had just rained.
The sky was still grayish, but rarely a few rays of light pierces the clouds and draw with his golden brush the edges of the small town. Chrome was there, sitting. He waited for no real reason, he knew only of having to wait. She liked the park and the bench where she used to take refuge when he felt the need to move away from his thoughts. Just had recently revised Mukuro sama, she was sure, and yet he had lost again. He was unconscious when he wakes up and everything was back to normal (if it can be defined).
So now there was all alone and waited, occasionally approaching the fingers clasped to his face and sighed.
The air seemed to warm up. A bitter smile on his face was painted.
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