Me and Him are very special. I call him Cry because he always cries for me. He calls me Pewds or Pewdie. I really don’t know why but he says it suits me.
Only I can see Cry. He tells me he lives in a different world that looks like mine. There are a lot of people in his world but I can’t see any of them. Only him.
In Cry’s world, nobody can see me but him. He can’t see my people either.
We met about three years ago when we first went to highschool. He sat next to me and we chatted until someone called us both out for talking to ourselves. We panicked - What else were we supposed to do? Mum made me go to therapy but nothing changed. Cry just kept quiet, not seeking help at all. Eventually, we accepted that it wasn’t a dream. We weren’t crazy. I was real. Cry was real. Our worlds are real.
We researched the topic and Cry found the most likely answer - Parallel worlds connected by us. We were a bridge. I could touch Cry. He could touch me. We could pass objects between our worlds as long as we handed them to eachother. We were bridges, we were the start of something spectacular, we were able to change the world
Bust most of all, above all that, we were the two best friends alive.
