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Dia took a deep breath. She'd finally found the Gym, after dozens of wrong turns. But would he be there? Was she wrong?

Was she crazy?

With a gentle push, she opened the door. Her eyes meet the sight of molten metal, of a scorched floor, of the sun shining brightly through a window...

Her heart caught in her throat. He'd been here. She was sure of it. Worry. Fear. Hope. They all clashed inside her chest, fighting for dominance.

Confusion. Worry. [I] Anger.[/I]

It didn't look like it had gone well.

A deep breath, frost appearing in front of her as she exhaled.

[I] Control. [/I]

She had to be strong for him. Else the Void, the bubbling fear, everything would consume her.

Her eyes found him, far to the side. Bleeding. Injured?

[I] Rage.[/I]
Excitement.
Joy.
Fear.

Dia ran towards him, leaving frozen footsteps in her wake.

[Color=00aeef]"Felix..."[/color] she breathed, dropping beside him. The everlasting cold poured from her in waves as her emotions bounced around. Without waiting for a response, for him to notice her, she leaned in and kissed him gently, carefully, cautiously.

So many questions. But no words to form them. All she had was her touch, and she could only hope it was enough to portray all the emotions, all the questions, all the words she couldn't say.

The anger at whoever left him in this state began to boil.