“One second, you’re gone, and then you’re just… back!” Sunset’s voice cracked. “What happened? What really happened?”

I looked around at their faces, each one was filled with worry and desperation to understand. Sunset, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Rarity… all of them were looking to me, waiting. Expecting.

“I… I don’t even know where to start” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “It’s… complicated.”

“Try us” Rainbow Dash said, crossing her arms but failing to hide the tremor in her voice. “We just watched you turn into dust, dude. Then you’re back like nothing happened, but something happened, didn’t it?”

“Of course something happened!” Sunset cut in, her hands gripping my arms as if afraid I’d disappear again. “You were gone. We deserve to know what’s going on.”

My throat felt tight, and the words didn’t want to come out. How could I even explain what I’d just been through? How could I tell them about her without unraveling the rest of the tangled web?

“It was…” I paused, swallowing hard. “It was death.”

“Death?” Fluttershy whispered. “You mean… like… the actual death?”

“Yeah. Literal death. She… she was the one who took me.”

The weight of those words seemed to hit them all at once. Pinkie Pie’s hair deflated slightly as tears welled up in her eyes. Applejack’s jaw clenched, and she looked away, her hat pulled low to hide her face. Rarity gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as her eyes shimmered with tears.

“But… you’re here now,” Sunset said, her voice breaking. “You’re standing here, talking to us. How?”

“She let me go,” I said simply, though my heart was heavy with the truth I couldn’t share. “I don’t know why. She just… sent me back.”

“That doesn’t make sense!” Rainbow shouted, her frustration boiling over. “Why would death just let you walk away?”

“I don’t know, okay?!” I snapped, my voice rising. Their questions, it was too much. I was barely holding myself together. “I don’t have all the answers. All I know is that I’m here now, and I’m tired.”

“There’s more to this, isn’t there?” Sunset asked softly. “You’re not telling us everything.”

“I can’t. Not now. Please. Just… let it go.”

“But—”

“Sunset” I cut her off. “Please.I can’t.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she stepped back, wiping at her eyes. No one pressed me further.

“Fine,” Sunset said quietly, her voice trembling. “But you’re not going through this alone.”

“I know,” I said, my voice soft. “And… thank you. All of you.”

They didn’t have all the answers, and I wasn’t ready to give them.

“I’m tired,” I repeated. “Can we just… sit for a while? No more questions?”Sunset sat down next to me without a word, her hand finding mine. One by one, the others joined us, forming a quiet circle around me. My knees pulled up to my chest, and my head resting on them. My body ached, my mind felt like it had been through a blender, and my heart… well, that was another story entirely.

Everyone was too busy processing what had just happened or comforting each other. But then I heard footsteps, hesitant, slow, approaching me.

I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to. Not now.

When the steps stopped right in front of me, I sighed. “What do you want now?” Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood. I’ve already done enough for everyone.”

There was a pause, and then I heard his voice. “I’m sorry.”

That made me lift my head, just enough to see who it was. Flash. He was kneeling in front of me.

“What?” I asked, blinking at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “For what I did. For what I said. For… all of it.”

I frowned, the exhaustion in my body making it hard to muster up the energy to really process what he was saying. “Flash, what are you even—”

“The Sirens,” he interrupted, his words tumbling out in a rush. “They pushed me. They… they made me attack you on that street. But not completely. They didn’t make me say what I said. That was still… that was me.”

I stared at him, his words started to sink in. He wasn’t wrong. I’d known, deep down, that the Sirens had influenced him back then, but they couldn’t have forced everything. The cruel words, the anger, it had been a part of him, no matter how much their magic amplified it.

“It’s fine” I said finally, my voice low and tired. “Flash, I’m not mad. We’re good.”

He looked at me like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. “Really?”

“Yeah yeah, Flash. Really,” I said, leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. “We can talk about it more later, tomorrow or whenever. But if it makes you feel any less guilty, you’re forgiven.”

I could feel his eyes on me, the weight of his disbelief, his guilt, his need for closure. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” I said, opening my eyes to meet his. “I’m sure.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, his mouth opening like he wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words. Then he nodded, a shaky breath escaping him.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve it, but… thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “We’ve all done things we regret. What matters is that you’re here now, trying to make it right.”

He nodded again, but something in his eyes told me he wasn’t quite ready to let go of the guilt yet. That was okay. It wasn’t something that went away overnight.

As he stood up to leave, I called out to him. “Flash?”

He turned back, looking at me with a mix of hope and apprehension.

“You’re a good guy,”

He didn’t say anything, but the look on his face told me everything. He gave me a small, grateful smile before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts again.

Forgiving him was easy. He wasn’t the villain in my story, just another person trying to navigate the mess life had thrown at us.

But my mother… that was a different story. Even after her sacrifice, the wounds she’d left ran too deep to be healed so easily. Maybe one day I could forgive her, but not today. Not yet.

Oh yeah… Mom… She’s gone for good, huh?

After I’ve lost it… or thought I lost her? I don’t even know what’s real anymore. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. She’s gone. Died in front of me. This time, for real.

I felt arms wrap around me tightly from behind. I turned slightly and saw Sunset. Her warmth, her presence it was grounding.

“What’s happening?” she asked softly, her voice steady but filled with concern. “Say it now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why are you crying?” she pressed, her hands gently holding my shoulders. “You’re alive. You’re here with us. What happened when you were gone? Speak now.”

“Sunset, I… I don’t want to. Nothing happened.” My voice was flat, but the tears slipping down my cheeks betrayed me. “I’m fine,” I added, my words a desperate attempt to convince myself as much as her.

Her eyes searched mine, filled with so much understanding it almost broke me all over again. But I couldn’t let her in, not now. I gently broke the hug, her arms falling to her sides as I stood up shakily.

“I’m too tired” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You girls… cherish today’s win. Celebrate. You deserve it. I’ll be going.”

Sunset’s face fell, her worry only deepening. “Wait” she said quickly, stepping toward me, but before she could stop me, someone in the crowd called out.

“Why shouldn’t our hero celebrate with us?”

The voice was loud and clear, cutting through the lingering tension in the room. Another voice joined in. “Yeah, bro, you deserve it!”

Faces stared back at me, some smiling, some still teary-eyed, but all of them looking at me like I’d just saved the world.

Sunny gave me a small, hopeful smile. “See?” she said softly. “Even they know that.”

I wanted to smile back, to let their words sink in, but the weight in my chest wouldn’t budge. I turned away.

“Thanks,” I said quietly, addressing both the crowd and Sunset. “But I really… I just need some air.”

Sunset’s expression faltered, but she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she said softly, stepping back to give me space. “But… don’t stay away too long, alright?”

I gave her a small nod before walking toward the doors. The cheers and voices of the crowd followed me, but they felt distant, like they were coming from another world entirely.

The truth was, I didn’t feel like a hero. I didn’t feel like I deserved the praise or the smiles or the celebration. My heart was too heavy with the weight of everything I’d lost of everything I’d learned about myself.

As I stepped out into the cool night air, I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath.

Mom was gone. For good this time.

And even though I’d forgiven Flash and fought alongside my friends to save the day, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was still lost, still searching for something I couldn’t name.

I just hoped, wherever Mom was now, she knew… that despite everything, a part of me still loved her. And maybe one day, I could forgive her, too.

“You smoke?”

The sudden voice jolted me out of my head. I looked up, startled, to see a girl standing a few feet away. She had short, chin-length hair in two shades of blue, sharp and messy like it couldn’t decide what style it wanted to stick with. Her skin was an icy shade of blue, and her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and mischief. She wore a crisp white shirt, a loosened tie, and a cloak draped lazily over her shoulders.

“What?” I asked, still half in my own thoughts.

The girl chuckled lightly, her voice low and smooth. “I asked if you smoke. You look like you need one.”

I’d never seen her before, she didn’t look like anyone from the school. “No, I don’t,” I replied after a moment, my voice rougher than I intended.

She tilted her head, studying me for a moment before letting out a small laugh. “Figures. You don’t have the vibe, but…” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “It looks like you’re having one of those nights. Want one? Won’t fix anything, but it might help you feel like it will.”

I stared at the cigarette in her hand. Normally, I’d say no without a second thought. But tonight wasn’t normal. Nothing about my life felt normal anymore. What did I have to lose?

“Sure” I said quietly. “Why not?”

She smirked, amused, and handed me the cigarette. Then she passed me a lighter an old, silver one with a faint engraving on the side, it looked like a hourglass? I fumbled with it for a second before managing to light the cigarette. I took a small puff, coughing slightly as the harsh smoke hit my throat.

She laughed, leaning casually against the wall beside me. “First time, huh?”

“Yeah” I admitted, taking another hesitant drag. It wasn’t great, but… weirdly, it helped. The sharpness in my chest, the heaviness in my head—it dulled, even if only slightly.

The girl crossed her arms, glancing at me sideways. “So, what’s the story? What kind of night turns a first-timer into a smoker?”

I let out a humorless chuckle, the cigarette resting between my fingers. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve heard my share of crazy stories. Bet yours can’t top them.”

I looked at her, really looked at her. Something about her felt off, but not in a bad way—more like she was out of place, like she didn’t belong here but didn’t care.

“Rough night,” I said finally, keeping it vague. “Let’s just leave it at that.”

She nodded, not pressing further. “Fair enough. Rough nights suck, but they’re kind of the best stories later. You know, once you’ve survived them.”

I smiled faintly at that. “Guess I’ll have to stick around to find out.”

“You will,” she said, her tone confident in a way that caught me off guard. She took a step closer, her cloak shifting as she moved. “People like you? You’ve got too much fight in you to just give up. Even if you don’t know it yet.”

I stared at her, unsure how to respond. The cigarette burned low in my hand, and I dropped it to the ground, crushing it under my shoe.

“Thanks,” I said after a moment, not sure if I meant for the cigarette, the words, or both.

She smiled, a hint of mystery in her expression. “No problem.” She handed me the rest of the pack and lighter. "Here you go, you look like you need it more than me now, im dropping anyway for like 20 time haha, but don't smoke to much kk?"

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

She gave me a small salute and started to walk away, her cloak billowing slightly behind her.

“Hey,” I called after her.

She paused, glancing back over her shoulder.

“Who are you?”

Her smile widened, just slightly. “Just someone passing through” she said. And with that, she disappeared into the night, leaving me alone with the lingering scent of smoke and the faintest hint of clarity.

I sighed "This was weird"

But the girls were probably wondering where I was by now. I hadn’t exactly left in the most celebratory mood.My thoughts were a tangled mess—frayed strands of confusion, anger, and exhaustion knotted together. That girl with the blue hair and her cigarette had been a momentary distraction, but now it all came flooding back.

With a deep breath, I shoved the door open and stepped inside. The faint hum of distant music greeted me, growing louder as I walked down the hall. My shoes echoed softly against the tiled floor, mixing with the muffled sounds of cheers and laughter ahead.

Music? I thought, furrowing my brow. Oh yeah, the girls must be singing again. That’s what they do, right? Fixing the world with harmonies and bright smiles. And im just dying left and right...

I followed the sound to the gym, where the double doors were slightly ajar. Pushing one open, I stepped inside and stopped in my tracks. The girls were on stage, instruments in hand, singing their hearts out under the multicolored glow of stage lights. The crowd was electric, cheering and clapping in rhythm to the song. Sunset stood at the front, guitar slung over her shoulder as she played with effortless confidence, her voice carrying over the crowd like a warm embrace.

They looked… happy. Genuinely, wholeheartedly happy.

I felt a pang of pride. Sunset was incredible up there, bright, vibrant, and alive in a way that made her shine like the sun she was named after. She was my girlfriend. Someone I’d died for. Someone I’d give everything for.

Then who the fuck am I?

The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at them, at the crowd, at Sunset, and all I could feel was this gnawing emptiness inside. How long had I been trapped in this illusion my mother had spun for me? How much of my life was real, and how much was just… strings she’d pulled to make me dance?

How do I even begin to untangle the truth from the lies?

And my dad…

How could I ever tell him? The man who raised me, who loved me, who thought he had a family—a wife, a son. What would he even say if he knew the truth? That the woman he loved rewrote his life, and that his son was a product of her manipulations? Would he even believe me?

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to keep my emotions in check.

“And the special thanks for today—” a voice boomed over the microphone, jolting me from my thoughts, “—are to our hero!”

I froze.

The crowd erupted into cheers, and every head in the gym turned toward me.

Oh, crap.

They were clapping, smiling, shouting my name, and I just… stood there. My legs felt like lead, my body stiff and awkward as I stood in the doorway. I hadn’t even realized they’d noticed I was gone, let alone decided to throw me into the spotlight like this.

Sunset’s eyes found mine from the stage, and her smile widened. She gestured for me to come closer, her expression soft and encouraging.

But I couldn’t move.

I didn’t feel like a hero. I didn’t even feel like a person.

The crowd was cheering for me, celebrating me, but they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know what I’d done—or what I’d lost. They didn’t know that I wasn’t even sure who I was anymore.

I wanted to move. To walk forward, to wave, to smile, to do something. But my feet stayed planted, my body frozen under the weight of their expectations.

What do I even do now?

My mind raced. The guilt, the anger, the confusion it all swirled together. I felt like I was drowning, and every clap, every cheer, every smile directed at me was another wave pulling me under.

Sunset tilted her head slightly, her eyes searching mine as if she could sense the turmoil inside me. She strummed a final chord on her guitar, and the music faded out. The gym fell quiet, all eyes still on me.

“Hey,” Sunset said into the microphone, her voice soft and inviting. “Come up here.”

I swallowed hard, my throat dry.

I took a shaky step forward, then another. The crowd parted for me as I made my way to the stage, their claps turning to a gentle hum of encouragement. Sunset reached out her hand as I climbed the steps, and I hesitated for just a second before taking it.

Her grip was warm and steady, grounding me in a way nothing else could right now.

“You okay?” she asked, her voice low enough that only I could hear.

I nodded, though the truth was far from it.

The crowd started cheering again, and Sunset turned back to them with a smile.

“You all know what he did today,” she said, her voice strong and proud. “He saved us. He saved all of us. So, let’s give him the thanks he deserves.”

The gym erupted again, the noise almost deafening. I forced a small smile, giving the weakest wave imaginable.

Sunset squeezed my hand. “We’ll talk later okey?” she whispered. “Please..”

Girls started up another song, their voices harmonizing beautifully, the crowd swaying and clapping along. I stood there on stage, rooted in place, trying to plaster a convincing smile on my face. It felt hollow, like wearing a mask that didn’t quite fit.

Every note, every cheer, every clap felt like it was driving home how far away I was from this moment. They were celebrating, full of joy and relief, but all I could think about was how wrong everything felt. My mind was still tangled in the mess of what had happened of what I’d learned, of what I’d lost.

I nodded my head along to the music, trying to look like I was into it. But inside, I was crumbling.

The girls played a few more songs, their energy was contagious to everyone but me. I went through the motions, clapping half-heartedly, nodding when someone looked my way. The crowd cheered again when they finished, and the sound was deafening. They were clapping for me too, calling my name, thanking me again for being their “hero.”

But I didn’t feel like one.

When the final notes of their last song faded, the crowd gave one last round of applause before slowly dispersing. The girls stepped off the stage, their voices light and filled with chatter.

Rarity stretched her arms above her head, letting out a delicate yawn. “Oh my, it’s getting rather late, isn’t it?”

Applejack nodded, brushing her hair back under her hat. “Sure is, sugarcube. A big night like this’ll wear ya out. But before we go…” She turned to me, her expression softer than usual. “You ready to talk, hon?”

“No,” I said, my voice low and flat. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Applejack’s brow furrowed, but she didn’t push further. I could feel all their eyes on me, though—concerned, worried, wanting to help. But I couldn’t do it. Not now.

“It’s late,” I continued, avoiding their gazes. “I’m going now.”

I started to walk away, heading for the gym doors, but I felt a soft tug at the edge of my shirt. I turned to see Sunset standing there, looking at me with those big, searching eyes of hers.

“Do you want to come over?” she asked gently, her voice hesitant but hopeful.

For a moment, I hesitated. The thought of being alone tonight felt unbearable, but so did the idea of facing anyoneespecially Sunset. Still, when I looked at her, I couldn’t bring myself to say no.

“Well,” I muttered, stuffing my hands into my pockets. My talk with Dad can wait, I guess. "If it’s no problem… But we don’t talk about my meeting with… with Death. Good?”

Sunset frowned, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but then she closed them and nodded. “Good,” she said softly.

The others exchanged glances but didn’t say anything.

“Alright, y’all,” Applejack said after a pause, breaking the silence. “We’ll let ya be. Get some rest, okay?”

“Yeah,” Pinkie chimed in, her usual bubbly energy subdued. “You deserve it.”

They all gave me their own quiet goodbyes, their concern written all over their faces. But I barely heard them. My thoughts were already elsewhere, weighed down by everything I was trying so hard not to think about.

Sunset led me toward the exit, I looked back at them one last time.

What would they all think if they knew the truth?

I quickly brushed it aside. Probably nothing. They’d just try to comfort me, tell me it wasn’t my fault, try to remind me how much they care. But I don’t need comfort. I don’t need their help.

I’m fine on my own.

A hero doesn’t need someone to protect him.

“Let’s go,” Sunset said softly.

I nodded wordlessly, following her. The halls were quiet now, the echoes of our footsteps the only sound as we made our way to the parking lot. The air outside was cool, crisp against my skin. Sunset led the way to her motorcycle, the streetlights casting long shadows as we walked.

She swung her leg over the bike, her hands adjusting the handlebars before she glanced back at me. I could feel her eyes on me, like she was trying to read my every thought.

Her nose crinkled slightly, and she sniffed the air. Once. Twice. Then her gaze sharpened, locking onto me.

“Wait a second…” she said, her voice tinged with disbelief. “Why do you… sniff sniff… why do you reek of smoke? You smoked?” she asked, her tone rising slightly. “What the hell? What happened?”

I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding her eyes. “It’s not a big deal, Sunset,” I muttered.

“Not a big deal?” she repeated, her voice incredulous. “You’ve never smoked a day in your life, and now, out of nowhere, you’re suddenly lighting up? That doesn’t just happen for no reason!”

I sighed, the weight of the night pressing down on me even more. “It was just… a moment, okay? Someone offered, and I took it. That’s it.”

Sunset’s eyes narrowed, her worry breaking through her frustration. “No. That’s not it. You don’t just ‘take it’ unless something’s wrong. So tell me, what’s going on?”

“I told you already,” I said, my voice quieter now. “Nothing happened.”

“Don’t do that,” she said firmly, her tone softening but still resolute. “Don’t shut me out like this. I can see it in your eyes, in the way you’re holding yourself right now. Something happened, and I’m not letting this go until you talk to me.”

I felt my jaw tighten, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “I can’t, okay?” I said, the words sharper than I meant them to be. “I just… I can’t.”

Sunset flinched slightly but didn’t back down. “Why?” she asked, her voice softer now. “Why can’t you? You’ve been through so much, and I’ve always been here for you. You know that. So why won’t you let me in?”

“Because it’s not something you can fix!” I snapped, my voice cracking. “It’s not something anyone can fix! I just need to deal with it on my own!”

Sunset’s expression faltered, her eyes glistening under the dim streetlights. She bit her lip, taking a deep breath before stepping closer to me.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” she said gently, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. “I know you think you do, but you don’t. You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

“You don’t understand”

“Then help me understand,” she said, her hand squeezing my arm. “Please.”

I looked at her, at the way her eyes pleaded with me, the way her touch grounded me. But the truth was too big, too heavy, too tangled in everything I didn’t know how to say.

“I can’t”

Sunset stepped back, her shoulders slumping slightly, but she didn’t let go of my arm. “Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay. If you’re not ready to talk, I won’t push. But promise me you’ll come to me when you are. Promise me you won’t keep this bottled up forever.”

"I’ll try,” I said, though it felt like a hollow promise even as I said it.

Sunset studied me for a moment longer before letting out a small sigh. “Alright,” she said, her voice still tinged with worry. “Let’s go.”

She handed me a helmet, her touch lingering for just a second longer than necessary. Then we pulled into Sunset’s driveway. The quiet of the night was almost deafening now, broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath our boots as we made our way to the front door. Sunset unlocked it quickly, letting me step inside first.

The house was warm, the kind of cozy warmth that should’ve made me feel safe, but instead, it just felt heavy.

I sat down on the sofa, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. My hands rested on my knees, fingers twitching slightly, as if they didn’t know what to do with themselves.

Sunset hung up her jacket, glanced at me, and hesitated. “You good now?” she asked softly, though I could hear the doubt in her voice.

Before I could answer—or pretend to answer—there was a sudden, loud banging on the door.

Really? I thought, letting out a tired sigh. Well, so much for resting

“I’ll get it” Sunset said, walking over to the door.

The second she opened it, a chorus of voices and energy poured in.

“YOOOO!” Rainbow Dash yelled, grinning from ear to ear as she leaned against the doorframe. “We came to cheer you up, dude!”

Before I could process what was happening, Pinkie Pie squeezed her way between Rainbow and the door, practically bouncing into the room with a handful of balloons. The colorful, glittering balloons bobbed around her head, each one scrawled with messages in bold, cheerful handwriting. “We’re happy you’re alive!” “You’re a hero!” “Welcome back!”

Pinkie beamed at me, her energy so bright it was almost blinding. “Surprise!” she chirped.

The sight was so absurd and yet so completely Pinkie that I couldn’t help the smallest, faintest hint of a smile tugging at my lips.

“Guys…” Sunset began, stepping aside to let the rest of the girls in.

Applejack tipped her hat as she entered. “We figured you might need some company”

Fluttershy followed quietly, carrying a small basket of cookies. She didn’t say much, just offered a shy smile as she placed the basket on the coffee table in front of me.

Twilight walked into the room with the others, there was no mistaking the relief in her eyes when she saw me sitting there.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping closer. There was a kind of quiet joy in her expression, like she was trying to keep herself from grinning too wide.

I nodded, offering a small smile. “Hey,” I said. “Good to see you still here.”

The girls began to settle in, each finding their place around the room. Rainbow flopped onto couch, throwing her legs over the side. Pinkie busied herself tying the balloons to random pieces of furniture, chattering all the while about how much planning had gone into their little surprise visit.

But even as the room filled with their voices, their warmth, I couldn’t shake the heaviness that clung to me.

“You okay, sugarcube?” Applejack’s voice broke through my thoughts.

I looked at her, at all of them. They were smiling, trying so hard to make me feel better. And for a moment, I hated myself for not being able to match their energy.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Sunset asked, her eyes locking onto mine with a kind of intensity that made it hard to look away.

I nodded, forcing myself to hold her gaze. “Yeah,” I repeated. “I just… I’m tired, that’s all.”

“Well, duh!” Pinkie piped up, plopping down on the couch next to me. “You’ve been through a lot! Like, seriously, saving the world is exhausting. You deserve a break!”

Rainbow smirked, kicking back. “You’re still a total badass, though. Just saying.”

The others murmured their agreement, their voices a soft hum of support that filled the room.

I wanted to believe them. I wanted to let their words sink in, to let myself feel something other than this hollow ache. But all I could do was nod, offering them a small, tired smile.

“Thanks,” I said quietly.

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, the kind that only comes with being surrounded by people who truly care. I allowed myself to lean back, to close my eyes, and to just… exist.

Author's Note

This chapter is like meh, nothing much in it happened, it's just to get the story, and mh deppreson rising, okey this is very important, the story is gradually coming to it's finally, this is like a last arc saddly, give your opinions if you would like me to continue it or end with this a arc, have fun reading.