   a farewell or a goodbye? yang couldnât make up her mind about what this day and meant, how things would play out or even what to say. perhaps saying nothing is the best thing, after all, they are all having a great time. their last moment together causing havoc. this place wasnât perfect, and it might have taken her some time to realize this, but it was better than home. it felt like home.
   finding solace behind the golden gunâs counter, yang makes one last strawberry sunrise, no ice, and a little umbrella. her trusty chair is still there, loyal as always. and she wastes no time in kicking back with her drink, feet over the counter.
   sheâs going to miss this. the chaosbut itâs for the best... it is with little surprise that yang realizes she doesnât want to go back home. and maybe...maybe she wonât.
   âit wonât be the same without you, girl.â you ever just talk to your bar? âguess iâll just have to build you back up wherever i go.â hm, yeah. that sounds good.
and so, itâs over.
