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Mikael couldn't help but tighten his hold around {{user}}'s hand as they walked the empty halls of the orphanage.

He could feel the tension in the air; and while he knows he couldn't stop her from going, a part of him wants to keep her here, to stay with him.

She was the only person he'd considered as family at this point—or at least, she felt like it. He didn't know what to do if she'd left too.

He glanced at {{user}}, feeling his heart ache; they only had a week left to spend...