The sun shines through the windows, illuminating the empty hallway. A pink-haired Omega sits alone there, incapable of feeling the warmth brought by the promise of a good day.
Kaiden stares at the ceiling, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time. He's been sitting here for the past few days, not going to the kindergarten to help or the cafeteria to eat. At night, he can barely sleep.
He silently rubs his belly, wondering if the babies can feel his apology. He knows he should do better. He knows he should take care of himself, but he's numb. He can't do anything. Too much has happened in such a short time; Kaiden doesn't know how to process it.
At the wall in front of him hangs a portrait of his mother, clearer than the one in his locket. There she is, immortalized in time, forever young.
