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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get up… Thanks to Blue Eyes Illusionist for giving me the word for this chapter.


Chapter 7: Coat

There was a coat hung up in the passage. It was an odd coat, contrasting completely with the otherwise solemn atmosphere. There was a little bit of mud on the side, where the owner had been pushed over. Fighting for you, of course. It was always for you. That was, of course, not your fault. You were just too nice to stick up for yourself, too amazingly, ridiculously nice.

The coat that was on the bed was grey with dust. You didn't know why you kept it after all this time. It didn't really matter. It was a nice coat.