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One day, in the very early morning hours, a strange, bluish fog rolls in. It floats low to the ground and is incredibly dense and incredibly cold. Anyone who inhales even a single breath from this fog will be met with a sudden, harsh sensation of sadness. It’s the worst part of the holidays—the Holiday Blues. The fog slowly spreads through the town and is gone by mid afternoon, but the sensation of sadness, loneliness, and nostalgia may linger for longer than that. Scientists are explaining the bluish tint as just being a natural phenomenon, but in Destiny City, ‘natural’ isn’t really something anyone should expect. Today would have been a good day to stay inside.
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The morning is a cold, crisp, and foggy one when Rory slips out of her house and makes the long trek to work.
It’s too early for the buses, but she has an opening shift and that means she has to get up even earlier than normal and walk, which she doesn’t mind exactly. Except...except it’s really, bitterly cold and no amount of layers seems to be enough as she pulls her coat more tightly around her body.
Clutched tightly to her chest by gloved fingers is a wrinkled letter, one clearly folded and unfolded several times.
She still hasn’t read it, even if she can’t exactly explain why the idea of reading it gives her so much anxiety. Maybe it’s the idea that in reading it, she accepts that it’s written by the only other person she really considered a close friend, monstrous or not. It’s been over a month now, the new year creeped up and overtook the previous one and Rory is still reluctant to unfold the piece of paper she totes around with her everywhere in hopes that she’ll find the strength to read it and face reality.
(It’s almost too hard, knowing that she lost Bazzite right after she pushed Seal’s Eye away.)
Still, as her legs carry her across the park she passes the tree that she used to meet the youma beneath every Wednesday.
Once she’d found the letter she stopped showing up, refusing to risk seeing him as anything other than her treasured insectoid friend, just like she stopped showing up at the fountain and took alternate routes so that she wouldn’t pass it at all. The memories hurt too much and Rory didn’t know how much she could keep handling in the grand scheme of things.
(Her little group of friends is small enough as is, after all.)
Despite her desire to keep going, Rory finds herself stilling. Jade eyes stare at the tree for a moment before the cold makes her shiver and she steps forward, palm pressing against the chilly bark. The letter crinkles in her pocket and she knows it’s now or never; she can’t keep running away in hopes of pretending that whatever happened didn’t and that he’ll come back, same as ever.
Retrieving the note from her pocket she leans against the tree and begins to read. It’s a terrible time to, with how cold it is, with how she needs to get to work, and considering the fact that a bluish fog is rolling in, curling around her feet and threatening to blanket the city but she reads anyway.
It’s not long before her eyes are watering and her hands are shifting, one holding the paper shakily by the bottom and the other toying with the very charm bracelet mentioned in the letter. One line in particular made her choke on a sob.
I guess now that I can feel that way, I can say that I love you, Hydra.
Tears drip onto the paper that shakes and crinkles further in her hand, the teen dropping to her knees with sadness wrapping around her small frame.
“I miss you Bazzi,” she sniffles, pressing the paper against her chest as she let herself cry for a moment before she picked herself up, scrubbing at her face to get rid of the tear streaks. She still had to go to work, even if the emotion wrapped around her heart and clung to her for the rest of the day, so she tried to just that.
Her heart is heavy for the rest of the day, sadness curling around her thoughts about her boys and how much she missed them and how she can’t see them as surely as the fog she treks through until she gets to work.
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