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He stood and watched as her figure slowly melted into the fog that had formed. He was swept with guilt as he remembered all the stupid things he had said to her recently.

'And yet, she still puts up with me! I just don't get how she can be so forgiving.'

She wandered through the streets back to her house daydreaming the whole way about the sun on her face. A light breeze brought her back to reality as she neared her house.

"Where have you been?!" screamed a worried Mark.

"I told you I was going on a walk did I not?" she replied praying he would not see through her lie.

"Yeah, but you have been gone forever! Really it's already four thirty!"

"I'm sorry, it took me a while to get back."

"Fine just get in before anyone wakes up."

"Alright, alright," she replied giving him a quick hug.

"Is Brandon up yet? I want him to make me breakfast!" Sidney said plopping herself down on the couch.

"Brandon up at four! Yeah right," Mark said sitting on a nearby chair.

He turned on the television and flipped through the channels, already knowing there was nothing good on. Sidney spread out on the couch and let out a long sigh.

"Maybe more sleep is a good thing," Sidney yawned.

"Yeah no kidding," Mark answered her stretching his tired legs.

"Maybe a bath will help," she said getting up and walking towards the laundry room.

The laundry room was where the bathtub was kept because laundry calmed her mother so much, that when she designed the house she put the tub in with it. She turned on the water and went to the bathroom to get some towels. Back in the laundry room, she heard her younger brother, Brandon, snoring in the next room.

She slowly sank into the hot water, releasing a loud sigh. Her skin tingled from the heat of the water. She reached her arm out of the water to turn on the small CD player. The room quickly filled with the softness of Albinoni's Adagio.

'Well Sidney it seemed that your meeting with Kai went well.'

'Sure, if you like being confused,' she said with some hesitation, 'I don't understand how he trusts that old bastard! He doesn't remember anything of his past, I know. But shouldn't he know that stealing is wrong and that he hurts everyone around him by doing so? I just don't know.'

'Do not worry, all is well that ends well,' Legacy said trying to cheer Sidney up.

A slight smile crept to Sidney's mouth, not quite reaching her eyes. She brought her knees up to her bare chest and rested her head on them. 'I wish I could tell him, Legacy, I really do. I can't break his spirits now though.'

'I know, I know. Don't worry time will take care of everything.'

'No! You are wrong! I can't stand thinking that everyday I lie to him! Everyday I keep the one thing he wants most just out of his reach. But, I just can't tell him; he doesn't understand how painful it is. Remembering Russia, the abbey and all those people we left behind.'

'I wish I could help you Sidney, is there anything I can do?'

'Just leave me alone!'

As her bit-beast vanished back into her jeans pocket she sank back down in the bath. The song had ended and now the haunting melody of "Greensleeves" rang out from the small speakers. She let a tear run down her cheek, remembering her walk. As she slowly surrendered to the memories flushing into her head, more tears ran unchecked down her face.

Memory~ "MOM NO!!! You can't leave me here! You can't!"

Sidney (twelve years old) put her head down on the mothers hand, sobbing. Her crying was being interrupted with hiccoughs and coughs. "You promised you'd stay with me! Right here forever!" She ran out of the room past a sitting figure she knew was Kai.

Bursting into the empty janitors closet, she let herself cry into her hands. After a while, the door opened.

"Are you alright Sidney?" the young Kai asked, worry filling his voice.

"No! You will never understand! Leave me alone!" She screamed facing the opposite direction. If she looked into his eyes she knew this would all be harder.

"Alright, if you insist, but your brothers are looking for you." He said walking out.

The picture of her mothers thin, withdrawn face made even more tears force themselves out. "This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" She kept screaming. She rest hr head on her knees and let herself get lost in her misery until she felt her older brother, David, encircle her with his arms and carry her off to the car to bring her home.

Present~ She slowly stood up from the bath and wrapped the soft, fluffy towel around her dripping body. She quickly wiped any evidence of her sadness away as she pulled a clean pair of pant up to her waist.

When she was out of the bathroom it was six and Mark was asleep on the couch. She smiled to herself as she grabbed a sweatshirt and walked into the back yard. She walked into a thick "forest" of bamboo and trees that separated her and Tyson's house. When she came to the small pond, she sat down on a rock and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. As she scrawled the poetry on her paper, she listened to the wind rustle the trees around her.

"Perfect day to write," she sighed as she lay back on the flat rock. She lay there sprawled, until she felt sleep slowly creep upon her.