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Brackie
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i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him
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In all the days he'd been out here, Maxim had thought about his friends.

Well, all except for one.

As he got to his feet to turn around and face his peers, he didn't know what made Brendan slip his mind. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been so preoccupied with Cristo's death that his energy was completely sapped, or the fact that he spent hours upon hours trying to justify so many conflicting mindsets to himself, or maybe it was the fact that for some reason, some ridiculous little reason that was slipping his mind even now, he could only associate Brendan with negativity. Sure, what they had shared at the dance was confusing and special, but all he could think about was the way he couldn't get to spend any more time with him before losing him to Alba. Or the fact their entire friendship formed over Maxim becoming flummoxed about a book. It seemed false. Like everything was formed by the wrong kind of chance.

There was something Maxim was missing, but he didn't know what exactly was missing from the equation of relations in his mind.

Brendan was not the only one there, though. There was a girl with him, the one who initially startled him and drew his attention to them. Her name was Fiyori, Maxim knew that much, but to draw anything more from the aether of knowledge that was the essential facts about Maxim's class was a fool's errand. She was not essential in his life, and she would not be essential in what remained of his life, so there was no point trying to conjure up memories of how they once knew each other.

Maxim leant on the post, bag straps dangling weakly in his fingers. He was still vaguely aware of the other boy's body laying near him, but after the experience with Junko and the offices of the dead that lasted the entirety of yesterday, Maxim was no longer sensitive to them. On any other occasion, that might have been cause for concern, but Maxim knew he was learning essential skills. What other essential skills would he pick up today? Perhaps he could learn how to fire his bow, or swing his hammer.

He became quickly aware that he wasn't speaking. He was staring at the two before him. He was relaxed, for the first time in days. Brendan may have slipped his mind as he hid and crept, but here he was. The negative memories slipped away, and all he could think of was the fact that irregardless of who the other girl was, Brendan would never hurt him. Brendan would never hurt anyone. He could finally rest.

"I don't know. I know it would not have happened if I had anything to say about it."

He smiled.

"There is nothing worse than burning a book."

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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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