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[kays-oc-story]

There sits a abandoned chessboard. You open the door, and for a moment, you mourn.

you mourn the lack of the other player.

The player who used to rest his elbows on your shoulders.

The player who used to tug you out of your office for walks.

The player who used to hold you close when he was upset.

The player with blond hair and blue eyes.

The player with the purest soul.

But the room is empty, and the pieces are gone.

So you sit at your office chair, and you play chess with no opponent.

Forever cursed to this lonely game.