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The skies would have been dark that day--a fitting setting for the sad news Zeirenne had just received. Another young and innocent life taken out of this world, enough to succumb anyone into despair. If Jin was not around, that would have been the case for Zeirenne, but ever since they were younger, these two always knew how to cheer the other one up. Like a pair of two things, they were made for the other.
"We should have brought chocolates for Renzo," Zeirenne said while parading her hands on Renzo's thombstone. The sensation of tingling cold immediately crept up her fingers to her spine, coated with the cold reality of loss. She shivered, and Jin had to take her hand and put it inside his pockets when he noticed this.
"Why? Because he'll have a long journey walking up those stairs?"
