So Yesterday.
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Mizu looked down at her recently found necklace. A smile spread across her face. The yin-yang sign dangled freely. It was large enough so she could shift with it still on, but tight enough that it wouldn't come off if she bent over. She played with it between her fingers. The tears came once again. This necklace seemed to be the key to her past. With it she could see every single memory that she held from her past. It was like a movie was playing infront of her eyes, even if she didn't want it to. She was yet to have a bad memory, only good ones. This was why she was crying. She needed to numb her feelings.. She reached into her bag that held her alcohol. As she grasped her fingers around it it seemed to shock her. She shouldn't do it... But as she reached the now uncapped bottle to her lips she couldn't help herself.

The liquid hit her gut like a ten pound stone being dropped on her fragile fingers. Tears flooded her eyes and she ripped the bottle away from her lips. She threw it to the side and crumbled over. She couldn't do this.. She had no reason to be crying. Mizu was hunched on the ground, her shoulders shaked furiously. Her breath came in short ragged gasps. She sat up quickly and tore open her bad. She got all the alcohol and drugs out. She stood up with everything in her arms and ran as fast as she could to a place with soft dirt. She threw the things to the side and dug up the dirt. She dug down at least three feet and kicked everything in. As she covered the hole with the freshly dug up dirt a feeling of satisfaction washed over her. Her cheeks were damp and her pristine white coat was covered in dirt. She walked over to a tree and slid down slowly, crying more. "Why can't I get over this?" Anger roared through her. What she was doing was stupid. She had a good life now, a home. She had to stop. But something wouldn't let her. She sent out a howl. Someone help me get through this! Would someone come? Or would she be left here to cry?


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Socially awkward OCD boy to the rescue! Can we say this is somewhere near the borders?


It seemed his mind would be continually plagued with worries and thoughts as long as he remained in the area, not that such a thing was different from the norm. For he to be worrying about his sisters was normal; for he to be worrying about how they felt about him refusing to join them, that was normal too. Nothing about his situation struck him as abnormal, and yet his worried insisted on poking a headache into his brain one thought at a time. Micah wanted to join them, to be reunited with his family and live in peace, but he could not. Not with Razekiel also lurking in their midst, one way or another. He could not be in that proximity; his worries and anxieties would only double, and soon enough his capability to even function would be shut off.


Micah knew, of course, his problems were nothing compared to others'.


Moving about two-legged, Micah attributed his wandering to nothing but exercise and an attempt to clear his mind, though it never helped. He walked far too much and ate far too little, leading to his rather bony stature. Eyes seeing nothing but worrisome memories flashing before his sight, the male started at a sudden crash not far away — and instantly his veins filled with adrenaline, fear and anxiety. Had someone seen him? Was he walking on claimed territory? The male turned quickly to run back from where he'd come, white-streaked curls flocking in his face, but the nearby sound of sobbing halted him once more. Salt-and-pepper ears erect, he shakingly drew closer to its source, wracked with terror and curiosity alike.


The girl that sobbed so heavily gave him no reasons as to why; he observed her silently, sadly, from a tree just yards away, too afraid to approach. All at once she picked up and started running, and Micah followed quietly at a close enough distance to remain anonymous and unseen. Chocolate eyes watched, wide, as she broke down once more, mumbling something to herself before startling him near off his feet once again with a shriek-like howl. With the alarm jumping his veins once more, his body began shaking worse, and he approached her slowly and cautiously with a horrid tremor.


"H-Hi," he stammered, eyes wide as he leaned down slowly before her. "I'm Mi-Micah... Pl-please stop crying..."

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