16: Sonya Alone

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Hard as it is in the coming days, I watch my friend in her strange, unnatural state. Don't let her out of my sight; she trails off, stares at nothing, laughs at random. And the letters come. She waits by the window, and I listen at the door, until one day, I see by the sad look on her face, there's a dreadful plan in her heart.


I know you are capable of anything. I know you so well, my friend. I know you might just run away. What am I to do? Who do I ask for help? Is it all on me? Is it all on me?


I will stand in the dark for you. I will hold you back by force. I will stand here right outside your door. I won't see you disgraced. I will protect your name and your heart, because I miss my friend.


I know you've forgotten me. I know you so well, my friend. I know you might just throw yourself over, but I won't let you. I won't let you. It's on me. And I remember this family, I remember their kindness, and if I never sleep again...


I will stand in the dark for you. I will hold you back by force. I will stand here right outside your door. I won't see you disgraced. I will protect your name and your heart, because I miss my friend. Because I miss my friend. Because I miss you, my friend. 

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