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as for the clouds just let them roll away
Setsuna brought Marina her favourite flowers or at least he thought they were her favourite and placed them beside her bed needing to add color to the room. He drew back the curtains, white. He sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed back her hair, white. He hadn't seen her eyes in a long time but the eyes that went from the dreary scene painted in the window to the snowy TV couldn't be hers. There was nothing there.
Marina held her blanket, it too was white like their memories bursting with fog that covered up all they had ever been and done, to her chin.
"I'm waiting for an old friend,"
Setsuna nodded.
"Me too,"
Setsuna brought Marina her favourite flowers or at least he thought they were her favourite and placed them beside her bed needing to add color to the room. He drew back the curtains, white. He sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed back her hair, white. He hadn't seen her eyes in a long time but the eyes that went from the dreary scene painted in the window to the snowy TV couldn't be hers. There was nothing there.
Marina held her blanket, it too was white like their memories bursting with fog that covered up all they had ever been and done, to her chin.
"I'm waiting for an old friend,"
Setsuna nodded.
"Me too,"