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Vanitas was throwing up, no matter how much he ate, it didn’t stay down. His face was throbbing in pain. He slid down and sat on the floor in Ventus’s bathroom. His cheeks were red with fever. Unversed began to appear, it was only a few small ones. They curled up beside Vanitas and whimpered. Ventus had been out practicing for a while. It was just mainly on some of the old hanging dummies that were still around the castle’s grounds. He had returned to the castle when he noticed the Unversed near his bedroom. “Vanitas.” He went in, following the trail of Unversed. They seemed to know that he meant no har

Shaun stopped typing as the world became blurry again. He took his glasses off his face and placed them beside the keyboard, on the desk. He rubbed his face, wiping the sneaky tears that menaced to roll down his cheeks. How long had it been? Since when had he been dead? He thought of looking at the calendar that was pinned on the wall, but instead looked at the computer's. He didn't feel like he had the energy to move more than necessary. Sixty-four days... It was funny to find out that time still passed, even if he could not follow it anymore. He was irremediably caught in the past. There was no way he could escape the stranglehold that was