Kinju scratched his right breast. He hated these boobs. They were bad enough on women, but on him they were ten times worse. He hated being in this girlie form.

Walking past Amber's room, he stopped. He felt bad for giving back her heart, but he knew it was better for her in the end. ...Still, though, he ached to see her. Knocking gently, he waited. Hearing nothing, he slowly turned the doorknob and peeked in. Empty. Perhaps that was better...

Walking farther in and shutting the door, he glanced around, noting how different her style was from his own. He opened a few drawers and rummaged through her things briefly. He wasn't trying to be nosy; he just missed everything about her and found that even just seeing these things were enough to calm his nerves a bit. It pained him to be away from him almost as much as it had pained him to hold her.

Quietly walking passed the bed and toward the closet, he peeked in and stopped. His eyes befell her velvet green dress. (Gomen MiShi, if this is wrong, I�m confusing your dress with Amber�s). Unable to stop his fingers from taking the dress down, he brought the material up to his nose and inhaled her lovely scent.

Amber� Oh, how he loved that dress.

Lingering for a few moments, Kinju put the dress back and took a long look around. She was better off without him. He just couldn�t wait for the day when he�d be better off without her. Shutting his eyes, he walked out silently.

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