Moko-chan: Yep, this is the last chapter (Part 2). *applauds* Finally, it's over!

Disclaimer: ロマンのキャラはいつもサン･ホラのキャラです。(Roman characters always belong to Sound Horizon) I do not own something so epic.

First it was the people on the streets, then the buildings.

The people started fading away even as they walked, oblivious to their fate. Little by little, fragments fell from the sky in various colours, blue, brown, grey...and many more.

Slowly but surely, the world was crumbling away.

And in the middle of all that, in front of the once prosperous French café, sat a gentleman and a lady. But unlike the previous time they met, this time they sat facing each other.

The gentleman looked at the lady. It was obvious she was once a beauty but that phase had passed. Now she was nothing but a withered and haggard old woman whose extravagant clothes are the only reminder of her former days.

He picked up a coffee cup only to have it crumble away. He let out a sigh. A sigh of pity at the sight before him.

However, a part of him was immensely relieved.

"So, it's finally over, isn't it?" said the man called Savant.

The old woman looked up at the crumbling sky. Her eyes were hollow and sunken in like a skeleton's. There was no more soul left in those eyes, they were just a dull red.

"It's beautiful." A voice came out from the withered mouth.

"What is?" asked Savant. He brushed the dust from the coffee cup off his clothes.

"This destruction."

Hiver released his grip on Michelle's wrist. The two dolls and the actress all stared at him in shock, none of them able to utter a word for several seconds.

Then Hortense spoke first, stuttering.

"Mon…Monsieur, wh…why did you come back?"

Hiver smiled and was about to answer the doll's question when he was interrupted by…

"YOU BIG IDIOT!" Violette shouted. If dolls could cry, that would most likely be the kind of expression she would make.

"Ah…I didn't want to leave without the both of you."

"That's why I said you're a childish, idiotic, useless, clumsy master!" The purple doll shouted but Hiver only smiled.

"You…" Michelle spoke. She was trembling, whether it was with joy or anger, no one could tell.
"Did you come back for me?"

Hiver looked at the older woman.

"Yes."

Michelle opened her arms and walked towards Hiver but he held his hand up, stopping her.

"I came back to free you and Noel…"

Hiver pulled his hand back placing it on his chest, a gentle graceful movement.

"From me."

"From you?" Michelle's lips shook. "Hiver…" She said the man's name in a cooing voice. "What are you talking about? I am free."

"You are not. I am not the Hiver you are looking for. I am neither the thief who stole you nor am I the miner who freed you from the darkness of the earth. I am also not the Hiver whom Noel is waiting for. I am the Hiver who died before he was born."

The pale man continued talking. "You and Noel have both deluded yourself into thinking that I am the Hiver you both love. But I am not. And I can never become that Hiver."

"So…please…I want to end this. It has gone on for too long. Both you and I are weary."

"No…No…" Michelle's voice was breaking. "You're mine, you're not leaving my side!" She made a wild grab for Hiver's arm but he wrapped his arms around Violette and Hortense and disappeared. All the hysterical actress grabbed was snow.

"But I am grateful. If not for you and Noel, this Hiver might not have existed."

Michelle turned and saw Hiver with the two dolls standing a few metres away from her. Hiver put his hand to his neck and pulled the red jewel off from his ribbon.

"I do not need this anymore. I will see the world through my own eyes." Hiver bent down and placed the jewel on the floor.

"Au Revoir, Madame."

Hiver bowed and then held Violette and Hortense's hands. He said something to them that Michelle could not hear and then they vanished.

Michelle knelt down on the ground, crawling towards the jewel. As she picked it up and held it against her bosom, the sky begun to fall…

"Beautiful? I guess you can describe it in that manner…" Savant muttered.

He looked at the chair where the woman was sitting. She was gone. The only thing left was a red jewel which slowly chipped away and disappeared in the wind.

"Ah…you could at least have said good bye first, Madame Malabranche." Savant chuckled to himself.

The man stood up and chose a direction. It did not matter to him anymore. All he wanted to do was to take a walk.

Yes, a slow quiet walk would be nice. He thought

Au Revoir, Hiver Laurant.

"Ah, Chloe? Did you manage to buy the twin dolls?"

The smaller woman looked up, and in a slightly apologetic voice said "I apologise, but I didn't manage to buy them." She brushed the snow off her shoulders.

"What a pity, that's the only shop that sells the dolls here…" The other woman sighed. "I wanted to send Olivia and her child off in a proper way but…"

"There was a child at the store." Chloe said. "A silver haired boy with different coloured eyes."

"There was? I passed the store a few times before and I never saw such a child."

"He told me the only pair of twin dolls he had left were a gift to someone, so he couldn't sell them to me."

"But isn't the shop owner someone else? I thought it was a young lady…"

"That's why I thought it was strange…But I left the store, and after thinking how queer it was, I went back, but the store was empty."

The other woman sighed again.

"We need to prepare for the funeral. I guess we have to make our own twin dolls then."

"Yes."

A few hours later, the two women managed to use bits of pieces of scrap to make the dolls but when they went to place them in the baby's coffin…

There were already two dolls there, one of life and one of death. They were perfectly made, looking very life-like. The two dolls have closed eyes and each one held onto the baby's hands. The green one on the left and the purple one on the right. The two women were surprised but they closed the coffin and quietly sent the mother and child to the other side of the boundary.

Moko-chan: Yes, after a million years of procrastination, I have finally finished this. Yes, the writing is bad, yes it sounds weird because I can think of everything perfectly in comic form but can't make it in words. Okay…where is my editor?

Pika 318: Words can't describe how happy I am that you finally finished this…it's a beautiful ending. Thank you everyone for waiting for slow Moko-chan.