Melodious Nocturne

For Demyx, one minute his life had been over and the next he found himself waking up in a dirty back alley in his home world, La Cité des Cloches, listening to the church bells announcing that morning. At least he still had his Organization cloak, because otherwise he'd be out of luck. It had been eight years since he'd vanished from this place and who even knew where his family or friends from back then were? 

He'd essentially been a little kid, barely starting his teens when his heart had been taken and now there was not likely to be a home to come back to. That was fine for the time being, the heart he'd been regifted crushed him with guilt and horror from the things he'd done. What could he really say for himself upon his return?

Myde, the name now unfamiliar on his tongue, was also returned to him and he wasn't sure what he was going to do with that. The first day all he did was curl up and cry. The second day was a little better. He wasn't sure what to do with himself, honestly, he wasn't sure he belonged there anymore. It didn't feel like home, but neither did anywhere else.

At least, he still had his sitar.