Fujin never came home. Why am I scared? Why can't I cope with being alone? I'm Seifer Almasy; I'm supposed to be good like that... Raijin's here. I'm still alone. I want to be alone... No... I want to stop living lies. I stood up, and walked into the bedroom. Yes, I went straight to her dresser, where I reached inside the top draw, and pulled out that picture. Oh, surely you remember, the one Fujin dropped and broke the other day. I never got to see who it was. Now was a good time. I picked it up, and looked at it. Just as I presumed, me. And I swear, there must have been a sliver of glass left in the frame, because something definitly came flying out- and stabbed me in the heart.

THE SEQUEL.

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