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Fantasy Reaper 3: Final March

Günther sait inside the medical wing and watched Reznos who he had sewn back together after slashing him up. He held Arya's gun in his hand, remembering her well. He took out the picture from his pocket and looked down at it, tears coming from his eyes. The feeling he had on the same day as he saw Arya die, returned to him. If he could go back in time just once, he would stop Arya from going out and fight. He would have draged her with him away form there.
 
Yulier pouted a bit, still laying ontop of him – mention it was pretty comfortable – and stared at him sharply. She kissed him. Maybe he hasn't changed... Maybe it's me that's changed.
 
After a few minutes of sitting still and crying. Günther collected his thoughts and picked himself up. He put the gun and the picture into his pocket, walking to look for any anti-depressants. He knew that Arya was dead. He wanted to get over his depression and needed help but he didn't want to bother anyone. 5 Years had passed and not a single happy thought had crossed his mind in that time. He found one package and took it. He opened it and took one pill, walking to a nearby water tap. He opened it and put the pill into his mouth, swallowing and then drank some water to help it go down. After taking the meds, he pushed the package into his pocket and sat down, leaning against the wall. He needed help, he wanted help but was afraid to ask.
 
"Well.... I was a prince.... And I have a castle. Your my wife. That makes me a king and you a queen." Aura said.
 
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Günther was too consentrated on his thoughts that he didn't hear Reznos. He tried to set the thoughts in an order so he could think on anything else than Arya's death and the life without her. As he tried to do it, he ened up thinking how life would be if Arya was still with him. He was too attached to her.
 
"But... But I'm not... I'm not even... I..." She couldn't form complete words. Her childhood dream had come true! ( xD I so wanna make her wear crazy fancy gowns now but this isn't the time and place)
 
"And if we ever come outta this Apocalypse we can start our own new country if you want. " aura said with a laugh.
 
"No you don't need to be! I could take the responsibility. It would give you and our daughter a rich life. Full bellies. Happy."
 
"B-But... But...!" She was trying to think of something. She didn't want to be some stuck up royalty when she had married someone who she never knew was 'royalty'.
 
Kirsa asked for the girl to be escorted, the nurse urging Mia out as she was left alone in the room. Her head turned to the side, tears flowed down her pale cheeks. She stared at the nearby wall. Just the expression alone showed how she felt; broken, regretful and lonely. Kirsa looked almost dead adding to her already ill state.


I told you.


...



He loves someone else now. You think that anyone could love someone like you?



Sh-Shut up..



Revnoir is now with that girl, Kirsa. Face it. Did you ever think someone would truly love you?



Shut up!!



No. I will remind you until you finally realize it. Snap out of this dream.



He.. he cares..



Kirsa, he doesn't.






Kirsa began to hyperventilate. She seemed completely fine a few days ago. Her small hands gripped the cloth above her chest. She felt as if her heart was being ripped apart. Revnoir. Revnoir. Revnoir. Kirsa pleaded. The emotions were too much. If she didn't get it under control, the other one would take over. What was she going to do? Fear overwhelmed her body from the thought of Revnoir leaving her. Revnoir and that girl? Maybe it was true. She was completely oblivious as to what had happened while she was gone. Suddenly, Kirsa let out a sorrowful scream into the air. The broken soul was beginning to drift farther away, further from the light.
 
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