By Chance

[Enzo's point of view]

Vague senses flashed within me with there voices; one by one piercing my past into my future.

"Haahaa!"

"Why do you have to be so nosy?! Leave me alone!" [Bree's voices]

"Enzo, you'll always be there for me, right?" [Edward's voice]

"Protect Edward, Enzo; for me..." [ACF's voice]

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[Flashback]

"I'm sorry, Enzo..."

"What are you sorry for? WHAt ArE DOIng!!?"

"I have to hide this! I have to keep it safe!"

"What are you doing?!"

Arthur, who at the time wore glasses, with his dirty muddy hands touched the tip of his glasses to lift it to his nose bridge, "Maybe for a second chance!! I don't want this life to be the same, to repeat itself, again!" He was sore; Profoundly ached.

On a cold snowy day, Arthur dug the ground with his bare hands to protect his one and only left tressure. His warm tears melted the snow it touched like a strong acid digging through a solid wood table. He placed his diary/book in a lock-box and locked it with its key. A black box with crafted colorful flower details on its borders - he put in the hole. Covered it steadily. "Isn't that Bacia's?" I remembered this box; Her rosy face when she held it between her hands.

'It is hers..."

"Why are you using it for this then? You like this box the most..."

"To remember her, I will never forget her this way." he raised his head as he brought his shaky hands closer to his body, "Can you please hand me my gloves. I can't move my hands anymore. They froze."

I took the gloves that were on the Asami's favorite tea table and helped him put them on. His hands were almost purple from the icy snow he dug away with them. I wrapped my knitted cotton scarf from my neck to his hands. He needed them more than I did. The warmth on his life had completely vanished as he waited for its uncertain return.

"Enzo, she... she... 'tik. tik. tik.'" He started sobbing, "SHe's no longer here, Enzo! I lost her! I lost her, Enzo; in the most hurtful way. Humh! Humh!" His hyperventilate-cries stopped him from speaking, He was almost out of breath as his sorrow started climbing his throat. I held him closer to me and patted his back. "We'll be here for you... We're all here for you... We all miss her... We all love her... And I know that both of you, together, were different..." I had to tell him something to ease him otherwise his sorrow would have killed him slowly like a planted poison, "Do you think she'll be happy seeing you depressingly sobbing like this?"

"You know what breaks my back even more and is preventing me from standing?... I can't blame or do anything to the one who stabbed her!" He shouted his heart out. Every minute that had passed felt like years as we sat between a hazy winter sky and a crumbled white land.

"PLEASE!! PLease come BACK to... me! Come back to... us!"

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"Why were you guys outside?"

"Nothing" Arthur replied emotionlessly as he walked blankly up the stairs to Bacia's Wing.

"'Sigh' he has been like this ever since Bacia died."

"You will never see the old cheerful Arthur again, Bree."

"You made him cry, didn't you?! What did you say to him this time!" She glared at me, yet I could not fight her back. I too was broken; everyone here was.

[Flashback Ends]

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I knew what was under that table. On that winter night, Arthur moved the table to place Bacia's box with his book under its frosty base. Is it still there, or was it all a dream? I dug that ground once again.

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So I'm adding this NEW segment here. For any of you with a question to the characters. Please comment and I'll ask them to answer it for you!!

Form:

"Character's name: Question?"

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VOLUME 3 ENDS