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Four months had passed since Azula had been in the institution and the doctors hadn't removed the chains that tied her wrists and hadn't let her leave her room. The place was spacious and white, but the bars that divided it by half made her believe that she was in a prison cell. During the first month, the only thing the former princess did was shout and breath fire to anyone who dared to enter her room, either to examine her or to leave a tray of food for her near the bars. But now Azula was tired, she just wanted to be left alone while her spirit faded into the darkness. Zuko and Mai had visited her together once per week during the first

~P~ Unexplainable ~P~ "Are you all right?" Otoya jumped a bit at the voice, before turning to eye its owner. There stood the best friend of the woman who had broken his heart, Tomochika Shibuya. Her violet-coloured irises were staring him down from where he was seated a few feet away, concern swirling in them. Sighing heavily, he blinked at her before directing his gaze back to its original place on the floor. "Honestly, Tomo, no," he breathed, pulling a hand through his shaggy red hair. "But... I guess I have no choice but to eventually buck up, now do I?" He looked up again and gave her a bitter smile, trying to convey that he just wan

Chapter Two: Recovery The next afternoon, when Lumiere had awoken, he began to ponder on Cogsworth's words. "He's right, I must move on," he said, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Lumiere gasped when he saw himself in the mirror…at least, what he thought was himself. Looking back behind him, just to be sure, Lumiere rubbed his chin, feeling the stubbles that had begun to grow for the past few days. "I really do look horrible," Lumiere grimaced and began shaving. Afterwards he started a hot bath, which he most definitely needed. Sighing with relief, Lumiere shut his eyes, untied the yellow bow holding his hair and sank into t