Cross seemed to be gone. But if course, everyone must over react whenever someone simply goes anywhere for a long period of time.

He seemed to leave being his jacket and scarf...something he cared for deeply.

Everything was just too much. Everyone was just too much. No one listened. No one cared. Yet they all continued to do it. It's pitiful, really.

People always saw Cross as a weak skeleton. Don't deny it. You did. Thinking it was fun to toy with someone else's feelings. Did you find pleasure in that? Of course, how could you? You never cared anyways.

You never have. You never will. Get that through that damn head of yours.

Now get out. Get out and stop wasting time on this. You shouldn't care about this anyways. You never have. And you never will.