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[1st_zack]

After finding the sword, Zack had meditated. Thoughts about everything bombarded him accompanied by the emotions of those thoughts. He had cried in the church and eventually decided that it was best to find some place quiet and alone where he could properly and undisturbed mourn his friends, his mentors

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[queensparkle]

The bookshelf must have been in a decent mood, because earlier that morning it offered Summer Gone With the Wind, a book she'd never read despite adoring the movie and spending an entire summer with a southern drawl just like Scarlett O'Hara. She'd spent a majority of the day on the beach, turning pages with great interest.

A while had past before she realized that she hadn't seen Zack, a rarity for such a day. Placing the book in her hut, she threw a plain white t-shirt on over her neon green bikini and walked over to his nearby hut.

"Zack?" She called his name as she stepped toward the hut.

[1st_zack]

He didn't answer at first. He just lacked the energy and the willpower. He didn't mind Summer stopping by.

"I'm here," he eventually said as loud as he could in his current mood--which wasn't very loud, slightly louder than his speaking voice.

[queensparkle]

Summer noted his uncharacteristically quiet voice and followed suit by entering the hut quietly, careful not to disturb anything around him.

"What's up?" She spoke softly, her voice rising at the end of the words.

[1st_zack]

He realized that telling Summer someone from this imaginary dream land had disappeared might be more difficult than he had assumed. He was in no mood to try to think another way around it.

"A friend of mine, Javert, is gone. He's not here anymore."