Before we begin, I would like to comment about the odd self-doubt Yugi was thinking in the last chapter, which was seemingly OOC. Well, my idea was set in place after I realized that he has the puzzle-even if he doesn't know about the existence of Yami yet. I'm sorry for not explaining it more excitingly, but I couldn't find any other way of saying it clearly, at this point in time.

Expect a little more of that in this chapter ~_^

The influence of the darker, fiercely protective side of Yugi-da-cutie ^^

Kay. Enjoy--the last chapter of this story.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Will she be alright?"

"Please, kid, get out of here."

"But--"

"Listen; /you're just in the way/."

He stopped, with the group of grim-faced doctors continuing their way down the white-washed halls, as they didn't bother to look from their charge. He felt so helpless.

~*~*~*~

Before I Fell Over the Rainbow: Climax

~*~*~*~

5:30.

The last time he looked, it was 5:27, yet it seemed like so much more. His eyes were reddened from forgetting to blink, and tears, which he didn't even notice as they ran down his face, leaving dryness, yet had long since soaked the collar of his shirt.

Yugi brought his knees to his chest, not finding any comfort as he usually did from the compact position. His weighted eyelids dropped, before they ultimately rested like lead onto his propped legs, and the blackness scattered in distress.

He hiccupped, tightening the expression on his lips, decidedly uncaring as to if his shoes were soiling the seat. It was a horrible place, anyway.

5:35.

The room smelled of sealed plastic, artificial vegitation, and antibacterial cleaner. It was just as he remembered it; nothing ever good came from that smell, just as nothing ever came from the hospital in it's entirety.

Such a sickly-clean, unnatural aroma such as that seemed to tell of a bad dream, but this was no dream . . .

5:36

. . . This was worse than a nightmare.

He--had never dreamed of seeing death so close. His mother had been taken to the emergency room in the arms of his grandfather, doing his best to shield her cradled body from her innocent son, who didn't need to understand. Who didn't understand, until he saw her, enveloped in thin sheets and so wispy-looking that he wondered aloud.

She had just smiled, and bid him goodnight as he was lead from the room. The truth was surreal to the imagined realities of a little boy, but in postponed time, he honestly realized that his mother wasn't going to come back home, jingle the keys through the hallways, kiss him on the forehead gently, stroke his hair with the motherly tenderness that only ~she~ could manage.

Still, he fully understood that it wasn't her fault, even in the full- fledged midst of his racking sobs, late at night when she didn't rush in to comfort him.

Yugi had heard the stories, but he had never truthfully figured that someone he knew would put themselves through such an abrupt fate intentionally. The idea puzzled him, it hurt him so so much.

5:40. A woman in her late-30s had rushed in with unintelligible ravings, gesturing madly, and coughing up the shriveled remains of tears. As the receptionists attempted to calm her, she abruptly began to sob, all chances of understanding lost down her cheeks and adding to the years of sadness soaked further than anything through the carpeting.

Yugi hugged himself, dropping his feet to the floor, shivering, and rocking back and forth, /back and forth/.

A small child wailed, catching on to the lady's distress.

/Or maybe it's just hungry./ Yugi thought, feeling salt sting his eyelids /Maybe . . . other people . . . don't think that way. Maybe even I don't./

Well, he couldn't seem to save anyone, could he?

He was just in the way.

"E-excuse me."

Yugi looked up to see a young woman with limp blonde hair, adjusting the burden of a toddler boy in her arms, clutching her close and sucking his thumb. She was also trailed by no less than three other children of varying ages, blinking in tired gasps of yawns and attempting to still their weary wobbling.

Glancing around the stuffy room, lit by more lights than necessary, he also noticed that he was sitting in the middle of the largest gap of seating, simply staring in the comfort of his chair, while this family tried their best to just stay upright.

"I know this sort of sounds rude, but," the woman swallowed, not making eye- contact. "i-if you could maybe--"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll move."

He forced a smile, but it choked him, as forcibly looked away so that they wouldn't notice anything. They seemed to have enough things to worry about, besides his pathetic attempts to stifle his inappropriate misery.

The swinging doors opened from the inside, signaling the entire waiting room to take a sharp intake of breath as one. Innumerable sets of eyes pointedly followed the tired face of the doctor, as he walked to the desk, speaking in hushed tones.

Stumbling over, Yugi couldn't help it. He had to find out.

He didn't anticipate the wobbliness, but the counter in front of the receptionist was strong and inviting as he fell onto it without grace. The thin-faced woman behind the desk raised an primly plucked eyebrow, straightening herself haughtily.

"Yes?"

Yugi's head snapped up, forever grateful that he wasn't shaking as he swallowed the lump in his throat that had lain there for hours.

"Is Tea all right?" he asked.

The woman pursed her lips, tapping her pen on the hand rest in front of her keyboard, looking past him. "Who?"

"Tea!" Yugi choked, his eyes widening "Tea Gardener."

"Ah-ha." She commented dubiously "Are you a direct relative?"

"N-no . . . "

"Alright, then you'll just have to--"

"Sina, this is the boy who brought her in--don't worry, I'll take him back."

"Fine. Next!"

Yugi stepped aside, watching the man in white with a reproachful gaze and wondering if he was really sincere in his assurances. He wanted to see ~Tea~, not some

//--foul mortals, not understanding, not truthful, lieslies--alllies--//

"This way."

The tall doctor turned, rubbing his eyes from obvious exhaustion, and not helping matters by keeping his expression utterly and completely neutral; causing Yugi to start in wild horror, matching his pace despite his size.

--5:52--

As they skidded beyond the dispassionate swinging entrance to a dimly lit hallway, the small boy raced up beside him, cutting the doctor off with a slight fury that seemed unnatural for such a frail looking boy. It seemed odd even to ~him~.

It wasn't important . . .

"What happened." It was more of a prompt than a question, as Yugi folded his arms, the seas swimming in his eyes far from serene; the doctor stepped back in alarm, blinking rapidly. But only a little boy stood there, with profound and innocent concern.

The man sighed, consulting the papers in his hand though they mentioned nothing of the girl they spoke of.

"She'll be fine, as long as she gets some rest." He replied, warily "She's just fortunate that she didn't know how to properly slit her wrists . . . "

//Is she?// Yugi found himself wondering. After all, it was she who had made that decision--

/No! She's just . . . /

But he didn't really have an answer for himself, he knew. So he nodded as was expected, and followed behind the doctor, mutely and compromisingly.

A phone ringing, a muffled scream, a whish of the curtain opening.

Yugi strode inside the make-shift room, trying to ignore everything about the hospital--but the way Tea was situated at that moment, described everything that a hospital was.

Dimly, he supposed the doctor had pushed a chair under him just in time, because his legs instantly collapsed from the sight of her; probably a routine observation for the hospital staff. 'He saw her, he couldn't stand any more'.

Routine.

"T-Tea." He said in the scarcest of whispers, limply falling forward to the practical hospital bed, but his nose only reached the edge, his eyes closing for a second.

He knew he couldn't live in a blissful, ignorant darkness of intentional blindness forever, so he collected himself quickly, opening his eyes to look at her, as her eyes had slowly turned to him. Yugi choked on a sob.

She was tucked into the white sheets with uncharacteristic neatness, her arms above their surface, allowing the sickly transparent IV tubes to hang there stuck inside of her arms.

Routine care.

Tea only moved her heavy-lidded, watery eyes, not disturbing the unnatural lines embedded in her arms, and especially not the red one. He saw out of the corner of his eye a bag hanging at a rolling post next to her bedside, dripping on occasion, leaving Yugi feeling distraught, nauseous, and somewhat disgusted. The blood in his feet pumped strongly now, as if his feet had just suddenly become too wide for his shoes.

It was hard to take 'she's be fine' as serious as he did before.

Just a routine speech.

Everything about the scene was unnatural. The loose linen sheet she sat in, the blinding white of her sheets, the blood dripping at her side, the physical appearance of ~weakness~, and the gauzy bandages smothering her ~self inflicted~ wounds on her wrists.

Her name was all that his speechlessness would care to allow. So he stared.

~*Drip. Drip. Drip.*~

Yugi felt his eyes slide shut, trying vainly to ignore the haunting sound.

" . . . Yugi . . . " she managed, shifting a hair, and signaling a start of agitation on her behalf from the two hospital employees standing in the background. It wasn't long before she gave up the movement; she was too weak to keep it up. Yet her voice turned cold, her expression a hard one of disinterest and depressed, grudging acceptance. It wasn't Yugi she had excepted, it was the fact that she was still there.

" . . . Why . . . ?" Tea sniffled a little, tightening her eyes shut as Yugi shifted in his seat, carefully raising a shaking hand to rest on the immaculate linens.

"Why not?" he heard himself say, in a stronger tone than he felt he could manage.

"There was no reason for you to have done what you did."

He didn't answer for a moment. Preparing a smile, his face was round when he faced her again, widened by a smile that he held onto for as long as he could--but they both knew each other well enough, observed each other's antics, to understand that he wasn't fooling anyone.

They were watching each other warily, now.

"I didn't want you to die." He said simply.

She turned "There's no reason why I shouldn't have."

"What do you mean?!"

"There are so many people in this world, so many liked, so many hated. I was the kind that no one would have missed."

"What are you talking about?!" Yugi flailed his arms up into the air, as they landed onto the surface of the bed, startling Tea into a light jump and an expression of profound quizzicality. "I--~I~ would have missed you! Is th-that so hard t-to realize . . . "

She relaxed into dreary contempt, allowing her clear blue eyes--so unnaturally clear-to vaguely wander to the spotted white ceiling overhead. Yugi breathed and shook next to her. Tea didn't speak until he began to slow to just a tremble, and until he looked away, his lip shaking more than anything as his large eyes stared off to something indifferent.

"You barely know me."

"Why is it that I have the feeling that I know you more than anyone knows you at the moment?"

She swallowed.

"Tea, I--" he forced himself to a small smile, that really only looked like a sugar-coated grimace, smelling antiseptic and recently unsealed plastic. "I just want to . . . "

"Do what?!" she demanded "Mock me again? I don't give a--"

"I want to do what no one else has seemed to have done for you before. I want to listen to ~you~."

Tea faltered.

"You're quick to anger, quick to desperation. I just hope that you are quick to--love and friendship. Because the world is a very hard place to sensitive people; I know, because I'm one too and . . . maybe we can" he stopped for a moment, thinking it over "we ~will~ end up helping each other."

/That was all I ever wanted./ she found herself realizing, as her voice was temporarily paralyzed by Yugi's unexpected speech. Tea cursed herself as a few fresh tears glistened extraordinarily over her eyes, finding that she just lacked the strength to stifle them, as the firm bandages around her wrists seemed to tighten.

All she ever wanted.

But why?

/Does that really matter?!/ her mind screamed. Yeah, it did, because she didn't want pity . . .

But really, she yearned ~understanding~, and--wasn't it worth it?

"Yugi, I" She pursed her lips together, but only found that her eyes watered more than they did before. He felt his head tilt to the side with an expression that ecstasy was clearly reachable, but couldn't bring himself to.

Yugi didn't know why. He just reached over carefully, hugging her around her neck until her gaps of sobbing slowed, stifled in his t-shirt and calmed with readily given warmth and comfort.

Tea couldn't push him away, but probably wouldn't have anyway. It was embarrassing--however, she found, she didn't care, because it felt so ~nice~. Which resulted in the faint recollection of her deceased mother, causing her to sob even harder, more uncontrollable.

"It's alright." He cooed quietly into her ear "Everything will be okay."

"N-no . . ."

"It'll be fine, because I love you. And I'll always love you."

The sobs stilled suddenly, her stomach tightened. Had she heard--

Had she heard that correctly?

"I'm telling you, LET ME IN! That's my ~daughter~ in there!"

"Please sir, just wait a moment--she's been drugged and she'll have to rest very soon--"

"God dammit, ~do you think I care~?!"

The curtain whisked open again, revealing a frazzled-looking businessman, as if unsure of what he should feel in that situation. After immediately spotting the two students, his face tightened to what he had obviously hoped was an expression of impassiveness, but it was too transparent, backed by too much grief.

Yugi slowly detached himself from Tea, stepping away from her side as who he supposed was her father stepped to. This wasn't his discussion.

"What did you think you were doing?"

"I tried to kill myself." She replied, her eyes flashing with defiance and slight annoyance.

He gaped like a fish. Distantly, Tea heard Yugi excuse himself from the conversation and walk outside of the curtain.

She wished he didn't leave. It was so much easier to understand things with his support, his comments on humanity and happiness; things that she had explored very little in the past.

But this was her mistake, her choice, her confession, her father. And her father seemed to be at a loss for words from her slicing honesty.

Tea thought of how she just wanted to scream at him at him at that point, how she wanted to painfully remind him of all of his mistakes that she could only explain in such a situation as they were now. But Yugi--Yugi made everyone understand with calm words and thoughtful expressions.

He wasn't wearing his sunglasses.

"I'm sorry." She said finally "I'm sorry that I never talked to you--about mom. About things."

He couldn't let his emotions stay confined in their lonely prison; nine feet behind his eyes and falling somewhere in the bottomless pit region of his stomach. Harry Gardener faltered.

"No." he heard himself say "It was my fault. All my fault. If I had only talked to you . . . ~damn~. Maybe you wouldn't have gone out and done this-- "

"Dad," it was a word she had not used in a very long time.

They both started.

"I-I think it was as much of my fault as it was yours."

"Probably."

"God. It's hard to talk about these sort of things." He scratched his unkempt head, pondering the light, not allowing himself to cry just yet.

"If y-you ever want to talk a-about mom." She fidgeted "I'll be here to listen. B'cause we're the only people that really understand about it, and-- "

He didn't allow her to finish, suddenly breaking out into lengthened weeping, talking of things, talking of nothings, and she listened.

And strangely, she understood.

But she was so tired . . .

~*~*~*~

"Tea-girl--Tea-girl--oh ~god~ . . . "

"Please, miss, wait."

Whish of the curtain.

She blinked away a bit of blurriness, Tea couldn't begin to decode the absolute blur of a person leaning over her anxiously, but she certainly recognized the voice.

"Gloria?" she said weakly, still sleepy.

"Oh dear, oh dearie . . . why did you go and ~do~ this to yourself . . . because we care, I care and ~oh~" the form shifted. "if it was Swan Lake it's okay and I'll fand a good place to put you because we still have time, and I found the name of this great physical therapist that will have your foot up in ~no~ time, no time at all--"

She was babbling.

"Shh, shh, she's trying to sleep right now . . . "

That was her father.

"But!" Gloria protested.

The world faded again, as Tea fell back into a comforted dreamland, oddly including some very large, very purple eyes . . .

~*~*~*~

"So you'll be out today? That's great!"

Yugi turned to her, rewarding her with a large sincere smile, his eyes twinkling. He had come with his grandfather a while prior, with a similar grin and a stuffed bouquet of extremely aromatic pink lilies, which he was adjusting right now.

The nurse snatched the flat, plastic thermometer from under her tongue, checking it closely, before throwing it away and busying herself with a mound of paperwork.

"Yes." She tried lamely, wishing she was better at talking to people.

He sat down with an exuberant bounce.

"Tomorrow's Saturday, so you'll be okay for homework and stuff, but I doubt you'll be feeling like doing something like ~that~, huh."

"I don't know . . . "

"Hey, I know!" his eyes lit up spectacularly "Why don't we go to the arcade tomorrow?"

"Um, okay." She managed a quavering smile "But I'm not that good at games."

"That's alright! They're just for fun, anyway!"

"Tea-girl," Gloria came into the room sporting a pleasantly sing-song voice and her denim-jacket in hand "how are you doing?"

"Okay I guess." She tried smiling again. It was a little easier.

Tea was grateful that no one so far had mentioned her failed attempt that led her here; and the carefree, casual way they spoke to her was comforting her wonderfully, feeling a bit of the mood rub off to her.

She was learning how to smile again.

"Lilies," Gloria pondered the healthy flowers "I love lilies. I remember in my first production with a major part, I was Clara, and they gave me pink lilies at the end of one of the showings."

She giggled fondly.

"I tripped off of the stage."

They all laughed, though Tea's seemed wild and unnatural to her--

"You need to smile more." The woman next to her commented "You have one of the prettiest smiles I've ever seen."

Tea blushed "I'm not pretty."

Yugi put a hand on her shoulder, as Gloria managed to recover a hand-sized mirror from her purse, not hesitating to shove it in front of her, forcing herself to look. But Tea saw a gaunt, thin face 'framed' by a big brown mess and downcast eyes.

"Now smile." They prompted.

She tried. But it must have been overrated . . .

"Oh dear," Gloria clucked disapprovingly "I guess you can't smile in front of yourself, but will you take our word for it?"

Hesitantly, she nodded.

"Your father couldn't come right now," she continued "but he stayed up all night--"

"--Watching you." Yugi finished "I think he loves you a lot."

They chatted incessantly, relaxing and laughing into themselves, and opening up to each other readily enough.

Tea wondered the whole time how lucky she was to have someone like Yugi come into her life. A friend as selfless as Yugi.

He certainly contrasted from her more recent friends . . .

/--Benson--/

Benson . . . /ohno/

"Benson!"

She abruptly began to scramble out of her bed, feeling her face drain in absolute horror. In the self-centered haze of her misery;

She had completely forgotten about his.

"What's wrong?!"

"Dearie--"

"Benson!" she gasped "We have to help him! He's going to die!"

/He might already be dead./ she found herself realizing, only tugging on the linens harder.

"What are you talking about?" Gloria asked quizzically, concerned.

"~Please~." Her eyes were dulling with desperation "I have to see if he's alright--even if it means CRAWLING there by ~myself~!"

She tried to dash out, ended up limping, and was easily caught by Gloria's concerned arms, making her look up through her wild concern, and be startled into listening.

"Die?"

"PLEASE!" she squirmed.

"Tea, you're not going anywhere without us." She said grimly, nodding at Yugi.

~*~*~*~

As it was, she was too late.

Tea felt disgusted with herself, so stupid and so gross. She had been laughing--

--~laughing~--

--Stupid and dangerously ignorant of everything. And here was the one who deserved it all.

They had simply dashed into his house after finding it. The door was unlocked; inviting.

His body lay in the hall. A far from honorific memorial to what he once was, as alive as they were, and a caring person behind his own problems, only wishing the best, as he knew the worst. The world was already sadly lacking of caring people, Tea realized.

She couldn't cry. She couldn't howl. She could only stare in horror, at the mutilated corpse, soaking the cheap hard floor with a lovely shade of crimson, and oblivious to the world.

Tea stared, as the other two cried in anguish, even if they didn't understand, and never knew him.

She said something to them that went for a universal excuse, just wanting to distance herself from it all--but knowing that it was impossible. From around the house, she spotted a small table that was crooked from a broken leg.

There was a note on the table, complete with wild scribbles, of only wild thoughts, written in a wild daze.

The only recognizable words were 'Erin', 'help', and 'sister'.

'Help my sister. Erin.'

'/Erin: 456-8281/' taped on the refrigerator, over the faux-wooden surface.

Only then, did she cry, vowing on behalf of Benson's last selfless wish.

/I'll protect--Erin. Forever, Benson, forever. I'll do for her what I couldn't even manage for you./

~*~*~*~

It's funny, but I've always realized, always surprised, that no matter how bad things are, life goes on. You can learn, understand, and then simply live with that realization. Maybe it's just instinctive that we expect life to be fair, because we feel bad when it is demonstrated clearly that such an ideal is never the case.

Oh well, I have learned that it hurts not to try.

I kept some of Benson's things, gathering them before the police arrived at the scene, cleaning as they cleared away his essence and mumbled obscenities referring to what a 'nuisance' something like this was. Gloria somehow managed to gather Yugi and I into her car before any news-casters arrived to feed incessantly from our grief and our story, as Yugi seemed distant, and I clutched a shoebox full of things that made him the Benson I knew.

Including his sister's lonely-looking phone number. I called her later, and though she was profoundly distraught over the unwelcome news, we talked, and later Erin admitted that she felt better from talking. Both of us agreed that friends were better than anything to our grief, to our sanities and we ended the conversation from 'good morning' to 'good night'. Dad didn't mention anything.

As it turned out, Yugi and I went to the arcade the next day as planned, just living. We amused ourselves so well that we scheduled an 'arcade adventure' for every Saturday, which we still do, actually, but with more tag-along people than just the two of us.

I often mused at how it was possible for someone as young, and as seemingly innocent as Yugi had become so wise.

His generosity, his acceptance of ~me~ was something I had never gone through in all of my existence. And knowing I could always count on Yugi, allowed a reassurance to addle my mind; that I would never be lonely again.

I can't even begin to explain how wonderful it was to realize that.

There are other people, I'm certain, that are out there, as lonely as I was. I used to think such an untouchable phenomenon as 'friendship' was just a corny falsehood in real life. But life was never meant to be spent unhappily.

So I'm determined, more than anything to make sure people ~know~ that, even if they don't understand. Most dismiss such ravings as just idiotic.

But there are some--who I can tell have discovered what I have learned from my friends, and particularly from Yugi. Such as Ryou, and his curiously feeble ways, his discomfort of himself that drowned out everything else. Or Malik, and his blank stare, confused as everything he once knew only proved to be unimportant in the entire scheme of things.

Though they never admitted it in front of the others, they thanked me directly when no one else was paying attention, and that was worth it all.

But I can't pretend that the jeering and raised eyebrows at my heated assurances of friendship, hurt a little. They hurt a lot, actually.

I once asked Yugi if I just didn't understand people, if I was too idealistic for myself.

He offered that maybe I understood people too well, that they just didn't allow themselves to look back into their own minds. People are all idiots inside. Fun-loving, friendship-craving, angry idiots, I think.

Once Yugi and I learned that together, we realized how much we had grown; that we were out of our childhood once we figured out that thought by ourselves. Together, I'm certain we can do anything possible.

And Yugi's constant mark on my life didn't end there.

Gloria had begun taking me out--shopping of all things, every week. We rarely bought things, but I found the participation of just discovering new things, and giggling without much thought, but a great deal of care for the world, was a most fun pastime.

Dad and Gloria became friends. Then very ~good~ friends.

Then he proposed.

It was a very odd wedding. My father had actually picked ~Yugi~(!) to be his best man, unknowingly as Gloria chose ~me~(!) to be her maid of honor. I hated the dress, finding that I had only about a half of the chest to fill up the bust properly. We were so clumsy and made absolute fools out of ourselves; accidentally dislodging flowers from the seats as we walked by, me tripping over Gloria's beautiful wedding dress, and (heaven forbid) us having to ~dance~ together. In all of our teenage clumsiness and flaming embarrassment.

They took pictures of us, which I later hid away, secretly. But they had copies.

It was the most embarrassing moments of my life, but it was fun. And I found that I had no trouble referring to her as 'mom' from there on. We're a happy family. Even Yugi seems like a natural addition.

I still, to this day, do not know what he meant in the hospital with 'I love you'. It was probably just an offer of friendship, but though I keep reminding myself of that, I couldn't help but fall in love with ~him~. That's right, the short, wide-eyed kid with the weird hairdo.

I love him.

Now, it seems like I've . . . known him forever. We grew up, leaning on each other, learning, laughing . . .

Living on. Together. And I don't mind if he doesn't actually love me, though he never mentioned anything like that, because I love him more than anything, and I'm at that fanatical stage where I'm fiercely protective, and will do anything to make sure he's happy.

I've even grown an odd, more wary fascination with his darker side that he seems so taken with. It sounds strange, even to me, to admit that I love two people--spirits so much, even if, technically, they're the same person.

But it's okay. Because I'll never tell them.

Yugi's happy, I'm happy.

I'm still in contact with Erin, I have a family.

I try to express how wonderful it is. How wonderful friends are.

'I want to do what no one else in your life has done. I want to listen to ~you~.'

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~~~fin~~~

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*sniffle* It's really pathetic that I'm crying now . . . as it's my story. But I couldn't help it after the last 'confession' that went on for a few pages (2.5). That should (hopefully) sum up everything, and my general idea that people can't be that committed to a cause, without experiencing the flip-side.

For example, it's hard to realize how horrible war is, without being in it, like the Vietnam vets.

Think back on yourself; think of the flip-sides you have experienced in your life, and you might figure out how that feels.

NOW! I can start the first chapter of a very ambitious AU, co-writing with Yami Krissy (if she approves of the idea ^^;;;). TELL ME IF YOU'D LIKE INFO SENT WHEN IT COMES OUT!!!

I can never express my thanks enough. Thank you, everyone. If I thought I could type out everyone's name without ending up giving you each a lengthy paragraph of thanks, and therefore be here for the next day or two, I would. But I'm sorry; you'll just have to make do with this general note ^^

I've read my reviews so many times. Every. Last. One. So many times.

I could never bring myself to finish this without your support.

I hope this fic was an overall, enjoyable, thought-provoking experience for you all, despite the fact that I'm a rather untalented writer ^^;;;

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