The tall Yanar's footsteps tapped on the cobbled streets of Crown Road, the crowds of people surrounding him not making a house in his own mind. To the Yanar, he was alone in the world. The words of his question echoed in his mind over and over, excited and anxious at the same time for what the answer would be. He didn't think of her words that had brought him toward the place, "Lloa, we need to talk." He grew closer to the place, feeling strange at the absence of the Solur Companion in his bowler hat. Fonsal could wait, this was too important for him to be here for. The two metal armbands clanged together slightly in his pocket, not loud enough for anyone but him to hear. His steps eventually reached the meeting place, where she waited. The girl had made her long green hair into braids, brightly colored flowers poking out, wrapped in her hair. Lloa's breath caught slightly as he saw her, beautiful frame silhouetted against the walls by the sunset on the water. The flower turned toward him, offering a slight smile to him. Lloa sat down on the bench next to her, taking the hat off and laying it in his lap. "Good evening, mi amor." The woman nodded to him, before speaking with a slight Daendroque accent in her voice. "Lloa..listen.." she began. The happy demeanor on Lloa faded slightly at her tone. "Yes?" She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "I-I think we should separate..things haven't been going well and I need some time for myself. It's been a fun few years, but, I just can't do it anymore." The bumps in his chest quickened, as his skin became to feel like it was shaking. His hands shook slightly as well, as his eyes zoned out. He heard the words she wasn't saying. This girl, he had known for a decade, he read her like an open tome..she was hiding something. All the signs had been there, Lloa was too naive to see them..before he finally asked her, as the ringing in his ears started. "Wh-who is he?" The girl flinched slightly, as Lloa knew he had hit home. The ringing got worse, his thoughts raced as the panic set in. "I don't know-" she cut herself off, deciding to care enough to be honest. "I'm sorry, I really am." Lloa didn't respond, it was happening again. For years he had held this back but it all faded away as it continued to wrack his body. The girl sighed, frustrated. "You're doing it again..this is why." Lloa still couldn't breathe, let alone respond. His thoughts raced toward the future, towards the possible life he'd just lost, to what he was going to do, thinking everything at once. The girl stood. "Goodbye, Lloa." The words snapped him out of it quickly, forcing himself to think. "Wait, please, give me a chance. I-I can change, I can stop, just please let me show you that." She did nothing but shake her head slightly, as she began to walk. "Please, don't-" he began before she turned again. "Lloa, stop. It's over." She said in a flat, harsh tone. She walked quickly now, a slight tear in her eye as Lloa sank back to the bench, not even realizing he had stood. The tears began to fall, as she left, taking his heart with her. It was almost as if he felt the tattoo burn for a moment, the symbol of the chained hands. The symbol of Meliuben, Liberty. And the voice he heard at that moment, clearly ringing through his head. "Let her go." One by one, he heard the other Virtues as their symbols burned, finally ending when he found Serenity. And he found peace.
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