A month had gone by, and the Mira home had stayed extremely quiet, though there were inhabitants in it.
Ray was glad that he got to save Grace, but he was broken; he felt like all the emotions he had been hiding had resurfaced, and he just had no idea how to fix it.
"Ray" Grace approached him as he sat by the Mira water; she shoved the sliced apples towards him, and he shook his head in denial.
"What's wrong, Ray? Everyone is over, so why do you still look sad?" Grace asked, and Ray chuckled; guess his little lotus was still ignorant.
"People will never stop hurting me or you. I have more enemies than friends, and believe me. Even if the world ends, I will still have them as enemies, Ray explained, and Grace sat next to him and clung to his arm.
