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It was a calm morning. Light beamed in from a window, softly shining on Sunny’s face.
He slowly stirred awake, his eyes adjusting to the light of the room. He rubbed his eye, and got out of bed.
He wasn’t in Faraway anymore, things just didn’t feel the same.
He slowly walked over to the bathroom.
When he got to the sink, he looked at himself in the mirror.
And then he immediately broke down crying.
They all needed some time to process it when Sunny told them the news. There was no confirmation that they wouldn’t hate him.
And it was all his fault.
It was his fault Mari was dead. All because Sunny couldn’t just take playing the violin for a few more days.
He hated himself for it.
And most of all?
He just missed his sister.
And so, after gathering himself, and attempting some semblance of a self-care routine, Sunny got ready to leave his home.
When he left his apartment building, he was hit by a wave of sensations. It almost overwhelmed him.
There was no way Sunny would ever get used to this, was there?
The world had changed a lot over four years.
Including the popularity of “Ultimates” in society, high school students that were the best at what they did at their level.
Sunny wondered what it would be like to be one of them.
To actually be able to bring value to what he did.
Sunny shook his head.
He probably wouldn’t ever get used to this new world.