So hey guys, and thanks again for tuning into the next chapter of NR!

Once again, my love for my reviewers is eternal: Crystal, Pilaris (well... I knew it wasn't going to be a perfect ending, but then again, I don't think the ending planned is 'sad' in the sense of the word, so, well...), Zapper90, GCFarron(thanks, I'll look into that!), OscarMerrinoz96, That one Reviewee (and thank you very much for the compliments/critique!), Lightarcana, thewhitespirit, SquallRocks (awh, yeah... I didn't like Aerith much either, but her death, well... I don't think I've felt depressed for a video game before that), and Mylaervain (no worries, sometimes I feel the same way). And of course, LadyAlaska; you're my muse as always. I don't think I could have made it without all your support.

I know... I know, Serah's death was... *sighs* It was meant to happen, but I felt just as heartbroken writing it as you guys probably spent reading it. It took me a good hour... at least, to get her segment right. Snow's segments felt more natural, like I was already 'into his mindframe', but Light's segment at the end there just about killed me. And if I thought last chapter was difficult... I have no words for how long I struggled with this one. I can only hope that it could have been worse, but this was probably the hardest chapter to write yet. But I do hope you guys enjoy as usual, and once again, thank you all for your support!

Chapter 45: Daybreak's Bell

The unrelenting rain didn't stop as his feet as Snow pushed his tired, empty body through the streets of Bodhum, past caring about the childish, silvery laughs that surrounded him. Of course... to them, it's just another day. But for him, he felt like he could never have the strength to smile again. There was no way he could ever feel that happy again. His hand stuffed nonchalantly into the pockets of his coat, Snow found that he was trying to hide his presence from the rest of the populace... like he was ashamed. No... I'm not ashamed. I would never be ashamed of her, of what we had. He was ashamed of his own failure to protect her.

Splashed water from puddles that landed on his boots meant nothing. The drops of water that splattered on him were immaterial. Once upon a time, he might have cared, might have rebuked the children that played carelessly in the streets. But today, he couldn't even begin to feel the pricklings of irritation that might have come on a normal day, except... there would never be 'normal' again. Not without her. Not when he envied their carefree happiness so much.

His feet scuffled on the stone cement buildings that led up to the hospital, his eyes travelling listlessly over the pale grey stone that made up its main building. His eyes caught a familiar flash of silver hair and a teal scarf: Hope was waiting for him, hands held limply at his sides, eyes despondent and tired.

"Hey." Snow's own voice was flat, and he realized it was because he didn't want to let it tremor, that he didn't want to let the weakness show. The teenager's head bobbed once in response, and when Hope responded, Snow noted that his voice was just as lifeless as his own.

"I think... she's awake." There wasn't really anything else to be said, as Hope turned back, trudging tiredly up the rest of the way to the entrance. Like himself, the teenager seemed weighed down not by anything physical, but mental and emotional burdens that threatened to crush them all beneath its deadly substance.

The bustle of the main hospital, with the bright light and happy families that led their children through the halls... even that made Snow want to cry out and beat his fists on the floor, tangled in a web of cruel fate that none of them could break away from. The flowers, the balloons, the 'get well soon' cards emblazoned everywhere just made him want to crush them beneath his hands. She'll never be... 'well' again. Selfish and naive the thought was, all he could think about was how these people could be happy in a world were Serah no longer existed in. And as conceited as he felt when he thought about it, Snow couldn't see why...

Why couldn't we just be left alone? Wasn't saving the world enough? Is tearing away everything that meant something in my life a reward?

There was no response, and Snow knew he would never find an answer that would satisfy him. He would never find an answer that would fill the empty void that she'd left. He could go on searching forever and never find an end to the questions that tormented him, never find an answer to the labyrinth that revolved around him.

The only thing to do was to go forward, keep putting one foot in front of the other. Life went on, even if she was no longer here. That she would have wanted him to be happy was a given... even without her. Even if his whole world was breaking around him, he knew she would want him to pick up the pieces, to recreate the beauty that it had once held. And he would... for her, if not for himself.

The steps upwards seemed so long and so draining that Snow was out of breath when he finally stopped behind Hope on the landing of the third floor, as the teenager pushed open a door that led to the hallway. The smell of antiseptics and medication instantly assaulted his senses, overpowering all other smells from his nose. The hallway was eerily quiet - there were no doctors or nurses in sight from where he was standing as he slowly followed Hope down the corridor, his footsteps echoing too loudly to be discreet.

"You should learn to step more quietly." Serah's playful, gentle memory rebuke hurt so much he wanted to stop then and there, and run away until his sorrows were whipped away by the wind that could never stop blowing. Her blithe, elfin form as she danced in front of him, smiling beautifully at the look on his face. There were never any less reminders to what was gone, and Snow pulled a big hand across his face, fingers lingering on the blond stubble of his chin when he stopped behind Hope, his thoughts and movements aimless and purposeless. The silver haired teenager had been stopped by a nurse in pale lavender scrubs outside a door, and the woman grudgingly stepped aside when the boy showed her something he held in his hand.

A small gesture from him prompted Snow to follow through the door, into a small, dim room, so different from the bright and open hallway that Snow felt he didn't belong in all the worse ways possible. There was only ominous silence in the room, and he could see the heavy cloth curtains pulled over the large windows at the end of the room, the room devoid of anything else. Finding no other purpose to be here, Snow found himself leaning against the side of the wall, hands useless at his sides, as he tried not to look at the sight in front of him.

If he thought he looked bad at the end of the week since Serah's death... he didn't know what Lightning looked like. Still under the sleep of what he knew were sedatives, she looked like someone had dragged her dead body across a battlefield. Even in sleep, half propped up against the semi raised bed, there were dark shadows highlighting each prominent feature on her face, and she was so pale she might as well have been dead. Even from here, he could see the restraints pulled across her middle, stopping any large movements she might have made if she so happened to wake up. And suddenly, Snow found himself struggling to swallow.

Hope had gone to sit by her side, gently pulling the one hand that wasn't threaded with IV's up into his own. "Light?" The name was soft, tentative. "Light... wake up. Please?"

There were a few minutes of utter silence that no one had the strength to fill, before Snow finally saw her blue eyes open, wearily, hesitantly, and instantly, Snow knew that the look in her eyes was mirrored in his.

She hadn't wanted to wake up... she hadn't wanted to be dragged back into the reality she could no longer accept. But in the end, the warmth on the fingers she thought would never feel anything but cold had won against the drugs in her system, the pain that wracked her upper body... the pain that didn't even hold a pinprick of light to the burning agony inside that felt as impossible to conquer as the sun itself. Slowly, Lightning forced herself to look at the battered, bruised forms of Hope and Snow.

Snow. She didn't even want to know what she'd done to him. Whatever her own pain was... she knew that he would feel it, if not worse. The restraints that pulled her down, prevented her from moving up were useless. Even if she could move against the searing pierce of agony that pulled at every breath, she couldn't feel her legs. And even that... that didn't matter anymore.

"Light..." Hope's voice was gentle, soft, comforting, and she wanted to push it away. You should be hating me... not trying to make me feel better. She knew he had felt her flinch, because his grip tightened on her hand, and for the first time, she saw him as he was: a teenager, not much older than childhood, having to watch her suffer, having to watch death, over and over. Why... does everyone who cares about me have to get hurt? Maybe that means...

It wasn't a maybe. It wasn't something that was questionable. Maybe that means I just don't deserve to be cared about.

"Sis..." The nickname brought everything, every single painful reminder, down on her head, and a whimper escaped her lips at the mere thought of the implication of the name. Unable to stand against the cascade of pain, she let it crash down on on her, feeling it force its way into every single vulnerable part of her. And even then, she couldn't cry - like she was frozen in a state of endless anguish, she couldn't let it out. Her hand was wrenched from Hope's grasp in an action she couldn't control as she pressed the back of it to her mouth, pulling small, excruciating breaths past it, closing her eyes against the tears that wouldn't come.

He tried again. "Sis... how..."

The reaction was immediate. "Snow, no-!" Hope's horrified gasp at the question only made her feel more worthless than she already was.

His question brought it all rushing back: the pain of the spear pinning her to the ground, the faint outline of her sister summoning her Eidolon, and the megaflare that slammed into the ground, turning the orderly, celestial shrine into a world of broken stone and ice fragments that rained down on her head before she had finally lost consciousness. She didn't remember anything beyond that, but it didn't matter. It would have been easier if she'd died then and there. Why didn't you run... when I told you to, Serah? Why didn't you...?

"I-I'm sorry..." Those were the only words she could choke out, the only things she had the courage and strength to say to him, unsure of his reaction. The big man didn't say anything, carefully looking away from her as he walked to the window, his back to her. The next words cut worse than the wounds she'd already gotten.

"Why didn't you... try to save her?" The whisper was as broken as she felt.

For a moment, all Lightning could feel was how much hurt the seven words could cause. She wanted to run. Except there was nowhere to go, nowhere to escape to. There was no solace in the realm of dreams where her memories could haunt her, unhindered by reality, and there was nowhere for her to run in the waking world, if she could ever even stand again. The sudden desire to do just that, though, was overwhelming as she stopped listening to Snow's quiet, broken words. The urge to get out, to twist her pathetic existence out of reality, even if she couldn't walk, was all she could comprehend.

Even though the movement tore at the wound in her back, bringing a fresh wave of pain clawing its way up her back, she fought. Lightning tasted the bitter, metallic burn of blood at the back of her throat, but the wordless, ineffable scream was torn from her mouth anyways.

There was no way to fight back.

Hope put his head down on the coarse bedsheets, his silver hair pressed close to Lightning's now prone hand lying on top of the covers. He resisted the urge to grasp it, to rub warmth back into the cold, stiff fingers, as he remembered the doctor's angry words before pushing Snow out of the room.

"She needs rest, not people who think they can barge in here and upset the patient!" The doctor had sent a glare at Snow before continuing. "There's still another surgery waiting for her, and... You're. Not. Helping." The doctor had angrily slammed the door shut behind Snow's large, hulking form before turning back, watching Lightning struggle uselessly against the restraint around her middle. She was still screaming hoarsely, weakly fighting the grip Hope had clamped around one of her arms. Even he could see what her weak attempts to fight were doing to the barely healed wound on her abdomen, and he was the furthest thing from a doctor.

A few terrifying, desperate moments had passed as Hope tried to calm her down, tried to get her to stop struggling, but the wild, anguished look in her blue eyes told him otherwise. She couldn't hear him and he knew any further attempts on his part would be useless - he couldn't reach her in her current mental state. The doctor had watched him for a few more seconds before Hope heard a resigned sigh, and someone else's grip tightened on her other arm. He saw the tip of the needle as it was pushed into her arm, and he watched the sedative take control of her body again. She'd stopped fighting back, and Hope felt his fingers were now curled around a thin upper arm that was no longer fighting his grip. She'd let out a gasp when the full effect of the drug hit her - her eyes closed before her body relaxed, collapsing back the few inches she'd managed to elevate her body off the bed in her desperate fight.

The doctor had given him a suspicious look, warning him not to upset her as well, or else he'd have to kick him out too. Hope had nodded in scared, silent agreement before the doctor threw him one last comment before closing the door on the darkened room.

"Her next surgery is scheduled for three days time. Do see to it that she doesn't hurt herself again in the meantime, won't you?" It had been a rhetorical question, and Hope had heard the lock click as they were plummeted into near darkness, leaving him alone with a now placid Lightning and his own scared, worried thoughts.

She'd snapped so utterly the moment Snow had mentioned Serah; Hope had never seen her lose control of herself like that. There hadn't even been a heartbeat between the moment when he was watching her try and contain her inner agony soundlessly, feeling her pain rip at his own heartstrings, before the question had broken the last levee of control and had sent her over some boundary into hysteria. Hearing her scream, however weakly, as she fought the damage done to her body, had made him want to run to something for comfort. He didn't want to see the woman he'd come to rely for protection, for guidance, break into a million pieces right in front of him.

It had scared him when he had realized it was her he wanted to comfort him. It was her support he needed, and the duality of that desire made him cringe. I can't... keep running to her when I want to feel safe. Especially since she's hurting right now... more than I am.

His fingers found hers anyways, in the dim moonlight that poked past the heavy cloth of the curtains, lighting her pale skin enough for him to see it in the darkness. Devoid of the gloves that usually covered her palms, Hope found that the skin on her cold hands was surprisingly soft, and a small, familiar creep of heat made its way up his neck before he pushed it away angrily, furious with himself that he could even think about something like that right now.

Unconsciously clutching her fingers tighter, Hope found, for the first time, the burn of tears at the back of his eyes as he held her hand, her fingers draping limply over his grip. In the days since they'd come back, there had never been a time for him to sit down and try to begin to process the mess of emotions he'd somehow let himself push to the back of his mind.

He found that there was just as big a chasm in his heart when he thought about Serah. He hadn't known her like he'd known Lightning or Snow, and in the few brief months they'd lived together, there hadn't been time to get to know her that well, but Lightning's younger sister had been so full of life, so full of the sunshine and the warm confidence in life that her older sister lacked, that it was impossible not to warm to her. She'd readily taken him in as another member of their family when Lightning had taken him home with her, warmly treated him as one of her sister's friends when they'd introduced him.

He still couldn't believe that she was gone. Just like that, she had been torn from all their lives in a moment of self sacrifice. Hope found his head dropping lower at the thought - none of them had been there, but he could imagine. It wasn't hard to figure out why Lightning had ended up with a spear just below her lungs, and Hope could imagine the whole scene in front of his eyes: Serah, unable to watch her sister get hurt again, summoning her Eidolon in a last ditch attempt to protect them both... only the attempt to shield had killed her.

He'd watched Snow pull her lifeless form from the ground after the soldiers and medics had torn Lightning away from him, watched them plant the cherry blossom tree that marked her eternal resting place... and even then, the tears couldn't come. It was like they were locked away from him, his mind not letting him cry. He would carry the burden of her death for a long time though - that much he knew.

The faint whimper from his own throat came when he thought about death... and how utterly it tore people apart. He'd just seen the stoic soldier that he'd known to always be in control cave under the pressure of her sister's death and how the one question from Snow had utterly pushed her over the edge.

"Light..." Her name came in the form of a guttural whisper when he held her slim, cold fingers up to his face, resting their joined hands on his cheek. "Light... I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me." Somehow, the self pity made him feel better, made him feel less useless when he looked at her. She'd needed to be sedated in order to not... To not let her hurt herself any more. Why didn't I stop Snow from asking... The list of things he could berate himself for was endless.

The doctor's final words came back to him. "Do see to it that she doesn't hurt herself again in the meantime, won't you?"

His left hand itched to cast a Cure on her, but he'd seen the outlines of the bandages under her gown in the desperate moments he knew that she'd been trying to escape in. Whatever the doctors had put in her, he figured it probably wouldn't be wise to interfere with. The words came out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. "I wish... I could make you forget."

The moment the words had left his mouth, Hope regretted them, even though he knew she couldn't hear him. Serah had been the main driving force in her life... did he really want that to be taken away from her, even now? There was a slight jab of jealousy that he would never be that important to her... even though he needed her just as much. What he did wish was that somehow, his magic could wipe away emotional wounds just as well as physical ones - it hurt that much more that he knew the potent power of his cure spells could never reach the mental injuries ripped into her consciousness.

He sat like that, their hands intertwined, the back of her palm pressed against his cheek, for a long time, Just how long it had been, he didn't know, but the moonlight had shifted in the sky, now poking through the partially covered windows so that stray moonbeams played with the lighting on her face and hair, pink locks twisted over her left shoulder highlighted silver in the brightness.

A small movement made him glance up - her hand moved in his, but she made no effort to wrench her fingers out of his grasp. Hope heard the scuff of skin on cloth as she moved her other hand up. He was almost too afraid to speak.

"Light?" His throat was dry, and the words almost stuck in his throat. "Are you... okay?"

She didn't reply. Instead, he heard a small choking sound come from her throat, and he could see the pale fingers of her other hand pressed against her mouth and nose. Her eyes were still closed, but he could already tell she was either struggling to breathe, or was trying to control the emotion that was threatening her again. The words came, fast and desperate, as he clutched her fingers tighter.

"Light, please, don't... Don't; they'll kick me out too..." Her blue eyes finally opened, tired and drawn, as she tried to hold his gaze. I must sound so selfish to her... Of course the first thing I'd be worried about is having to leave her alone, while she...

"No..." That was the only word she'd managed to say to him; her other hand was moving down to her side now, and Hope saw it wrap around her abdomen, her fingers clenching around her side. "Don't..."

Don't... what...?

Without realizing what he was doing, Hope pulled himself up so he was sitting on the hospital bed now, instead of the chair he hadn't left for what felt like a few hours at least. In the moment when her pained gaze met his again, he knew that he could no longer bear to see her in so much emotional torment like this anymore. The words were out before he could even begin to think about what he was saying.

"Light, stop... Don't hold it in, alright? Let it out. I'm here... I'm here to listen." There were tears in his own eyes now; even through that, he could feel the small prickle of warmth that ignited in his heart when she neither pulled away or tried to stop what he was saying. Just maybe...

Her small choke of a voice made him stop what he was saying, and he looked at her, panicked. But she wasn't looking back anymore, and it was a few heartbeats before Hope saw the silver streak of tears on her face. He didn't know what to do, didn't know how to respond in the face of her obvious pain. Her grip twisted in his hands, and Hope found himself reaching out, tentatively, to her again now that she had pulled away. He wanted to brush away her tears, but he was no longer sure of how she would react to the touch.

"Serah... I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." Her quiet voice, strained by tears that nearly cracked his fortitude. Slowly, she pulled herself upright into a sitting position again; her right arm still around her middle, her left hand pressed to her mouth, but she was no longer trying to stem the flow of tears. He couldn't intrude in her own private world of grief; sitting there, Hope watched her cry out the pain she'd been holding in, the pain she hadn't been able to show Snow earlier in the afternoon. It'll be better after this... right?

For the first time, she seemed to fully notice that he was there, that he was sitting less than a foot away from her. Slowly, he watched as she forced herself to acknowledge him, and her right hand slowly unclenched from around her middle. Hope resisted the urge to grab it and hold her fingers when she closed her eyes, a small resigned sigh escaping her lips.

"Hope..." For some reason, his own name sounded odd in her broken, pained whisper of a voice. He wanted her to say something in a voice other than that one... things would have been easier to accept if she'd shouted at him, even if she was angry at him. What he did know was that he couldn't accept this Lightning, the Lightning that had utterly snapped under the pressure that life had burdened her with. He wanted to see the Lightning he knew - the one that was always strong, always in control... the person he'd looked up to. But when he looked at her now, all he could see was a young woman struggling to accept the death of her only sister. Stripped of her abrasive, independent attitude, there was only pain and the inner fragility he always knew she possessed, even though she had only let slices of that show in her rare moments of weakness.

His fingers found hers anyways, before the small, innocent touch turned into something he couldn't have foreseen. The motion that connected their hands pulled her upwards; in that moment, Hope saw the same wild, tormented look in her eyes just before the doctor had pushed her under the dreamless sleep of drugs this afternoon. And in that panicked, terrifying moment, at first he hadn't known what had triggered the reaction again, before he realized it was him. Whatever his face had looked like when she'd said his name... whatever it was, it had pushed her in the wrong direction again, and he couldn't even reach out to catch her before she fell as she stumbled under the pressure.

His arms wrapped around her neck before he could stop himself. Not wanting to see her utterly lose it again, not wanting to deal with the possibility that she would have to go through the next few days alone, Hope hadn't been able to help the reaction. Just like before, it was the only method of comfort he knew. At first, his heart warmed when she didn't pull away - her forehead against his shoulder, didn't struggle, and didn't succumb to the hysteria he could feel was rising again in the rapid heartbeat he could now feel. Her next words hurt more than if she'd screamed, even though they were barely audible.

"I don't... deserve to live anymore."

Sitting in the darkness of the living room, watching the moonlight creep across the wooden panels of the floor in a steady, unbroken manner, Snow gripped his hands to his knees. He couldn't remember a time he had felt worse. He didn't know what he had been expecting when he'd arrived at the hospital... and looking back, maybe it was stupid and foolish of him to expect the Lightning he knew and had come to expect. The initial scream that had torn from her lips at the end of his broken, pained question was still so clear in his mind... no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't block the sound out from his consciousness.

He hadn't meant it like that, hadn't meant to hurt her like that. He hadn't expected the torn, suffering young woman lying there, unable to move. He knew she'd done everything she could have to save her sister - there had never, ever, been any doubt about that, but the question had slipped out before he could stop himself, before he had realized what he was asking her. In the moment of desperation, he hadn't even been able to stop even when Hope had warned him not to continue.

The grip on his knees was so fierce now it hurt. Hope hadn't called back... not that he'd expected one. He'd heard her continued cries even after the medical staff that had come running in the moment she'd begun to fight against the restraints holding her back had pushed him out of the room, and sternly advised him not to come back. He didn't think he could face her again at any rate.

Serah... I've let down your sister too.

The thought was uncontrollable, and Snow found that he felt like he'd failed the postmortem task she'd wordlessly left him already. He gripped the grey cloth of his pants, trying to find something that wouldn't hurt to think about. Except there was nothing - outside of the continued, sharp pain that permeated every breath at the stark reminders that Serah was gone, all he could think about how was how they were going to keep going now. The thought left him as desolate as ever.

Finding no reprieve in the couch, Snow moved to the window, letting the moonlight and stars illuminate his gloved hands. He'd held her in them barely over a week ago... The frustrated growl slipped from his lips before the thought could even finish. I'm never going to forget... am I? There was nothing else to think about. There was nothing else that would distract him, as the pale pink petals in moonlight caught his eye just outside the window. His fist had drawn back, ready to punch through the glass that let him see where she rested, when the pager in the pocket of his coat buzzed again.

At first, he'd been confused - who could it be? He was quite certain it would not be Hope, and in the fog that had settled into his brain whenever his thoughts drifted back to Serah, he couldn't think of who else had the capacity to call him. His fingers raised the small thing to his ear automatically.

"Hey." There was only a brief interruption of surprise in the dull, pained monotone his emotions seemed to have settled in when he processed the voice at the other end of the line.

"Sazh." The name was a statement, a repetition of his thoughts only.

"How are you doing?" Snow wanted to shout out his irritation at the question. What do you think I... What do you think we're all going through right now? He stopped himself before he did something stupid again - after all, the concern in the question was genuine.

He paused before he replied, trying to balance his thoughts and emotions. "Managing." There. That was something he could say without a quavering voice, without sounding like he was 'over' Serah's death. If Sazh saw through the duality of his one word response, he didn't show it.

"Well... that's something. Listen... I know you're hurting, and I know you need some time, but... d'you think you could come over to the Corps Building? We need your help."

That was something to distract him... at least. Anything to stop hurting. "Sure," he replied quietly, trying not to let himself choke on his words.

"Thanks." There was an awkward pause. "How's soldier girl? Can you bring her?"

Just the mere mention of Lightning made him flinch. Snow found himself gripping the plastic of the mobile, unsure of how to reply. What was he supposed to say? "Sorry, she's completely broken down so she can't be there?" Or "Sorry, Sazh, I think I just made her snap, can you ask another time?" The plastic was starting to bend under his powerful fingers, and he knew Sazh was waiting for a response.

"She's... She can't help us right now." Not when she needs help so badly herself. He heard something like a sigh crackle over the static of the line, and Snow hoped that the simple, ambiguous statement was enough to dissuade any further questions on Sazh's behalf... he didn't think he could stand delving into any more detail without... Without...

"I'm not surprised... thought I'd ask anyways. Anyways, see you in a bit." The man hung up before Snow could say something else, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at the black piece of plastic in his right hand. Pushing his hand through his hair and retying his bandanna, Snow quietly locked the front door, stepping out into the cool night air left in the aftermath of the storm that had blown itself out. In the distance, over the mountain ranges that dominated this area of Gran Pulse, he could see the first faint pink tinges of dawn begin to creep over the black outlines of rock.

Slowly, as he walked forwards, he realized that steps he had begun to take in the direction of the centre of town were hard, each step just as unsteady as the last. With nothing to create the gentler side of him, all he had left was the roughness and pain that it left behind.

The journey in front of him might have lasted forever, but he would keep going. It was the only thing he had left.

Wow. I think... I think I made Sazh sound really insensitive, but I couldn't think of another way to finish off that conversation. This chapter was so, so hard to write... I think I actually had to stop and recompose myself before continuing again several times throughout. I really, really hope I got their emotions right; especially the two segments concerning Hope and Light. They were the two I struggled with the most in this chapter for sure, and I really, really hope that well, it was alright. *bites nails*

I have other things to attend to in RL for much of the day tomorrow, so I don't think the next chapter will be up before Thursday. *looks around nervously* I do hope that this chapter cleared some of the confusion that last chapter left, and please leave love as usual; the support and encouragement from all of you keep me going.

I'll see you guys soon!

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