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Sara is brokenly sobbing between gasps for air. There’s no telling where the rain stops and the tears begin, and she’s leaning on his chest and emptying herself of her pain in hacking gasps and cries.

That’s because she’s not here. Not anymore. She’s eight years old and her parents have gone to pick up the new fridge. The house is dark and she’s watching cartoons on her janky old tablet.

Nobody ever comes back. When they leave, nobody ever comes back for her. Euna’s never coming back. Her parents are never coming back. Hell, once Brainstorm figures out what he’s doing with his life, he’s going to leave, too. Gonna vanish and become a proletariat vigilante, or else a CEO. One or the other.

She knots her fingers in Locker’s jacket because it’s literally the only real thing in the world. Euna is gone. Euna is gone. She’s never coming back. They never come back. Just like...

She roughly wipes her face on her sleeve, then, because that didn’t do anything, wipes her face on his shirt. Then, because he’s been nice to a real scab like her, she sniffles and says, “Sorry.”

Then: “Who cares, right?” The emotional needle is swinging, and it says: you need attention. You need people. You need people who won’t leave no matter what. “Let’s just... let’s just hang. With everybody.”

***

Locker: hey everybody what is UP
Locker: everybody is invited to a shins downtown
Angel-IKA: A what? o.o
Locker: shins
Locker: shingig
Bode: You can do it.
Locker: PARTY
Dominus: WHO IS THIS AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH LOCKER
Locker: he’s fine don’t worry this is Sara Andy’s last one here is a rotten egg
Locker has uploaded their GPS coordinates to the chat.