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Dark Veil 2

Alex seems to know why too, but she doesn't finish the sentence. She must be thinking the same thing I am.
 
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"Maybe..." I mutter, holding back the tears threatening to start flowing again. If James can talk about her without crying, then I can too. I hope.
 
I glance over at Chiyoko woefully; her face contorted in misery. Should I hug her? Or should I just leave her be? I twiddle my thumbs, conflicted.
 
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I can feel a lone tear escaping, and rolling down my left cheek. Without even thinking, I run all of the way back to the training room of the hotel, hoping that no one is there. I don't want the others to see me crying, especially James who seems just barely able to cope with his sister's death.
 
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"Huh?" I mutter, glancing up from the bench in the training room. Cordelia is standing there. I bury my face in my hands, which succeeds in doing nothing but redirecting my tears down my arms and onto the floor.
 
I open my mouth to talk to Cordelia, but no sound comes out. It takes a few more tries to form words, which are extremely muffled, "She was all I ever had..."
 
"Chiyoko, your life does not depend on only one person. You have so much to live for, and I'm sure Misa knew that too."
 
I see the two girls run off. Chiyoko looked like she was crying. "James, should we go and-" Turning to James, I see that he was close to tears. "James..."
"I'm... Fine." I say getting up. "We should go back to the hotel any way."
I nod. "Okay."
 
"I know you're right, but... I just can't keep the thought of her out of my mind..." I mutter, uncovering my face. I wipe some of the tears away and add, "I don't know how James can talk about her so calmly either..."
 
"It's normal to be like this; you'll slowly recover, Chiyoko. James probably isn't comfortable with her death either. Grief is a horrible pain, but like all wounds, they heal."
 
"I don't know how I can deal with this though... I practically break down every time something reminds me of her..."
 
"Where did the girls run off to?" I ask James as we walk around the hotel trying to find them.
"I don't know." I say bluntly, the mention of my sister sort of threw me off and now I felt shaky.
 
To try to take my mind off things, I start to throw the dummies at the other side of the room up in the air. Trashing dummies turns out to be a great stress reliever.
 
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