love is on sale (one shots)

a poorly sewn memory

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I got up from my cold princess mattress and put on my blue bunny slippers. I put my long, smooth, silk, blonde hair into a messy bun, and stared at the mirror with my ocean orbs. 

I was going to start school today, but I decided to skip since I would get bullied by the popular girls once I stepped foot inside.

My life is so hard. I get no allowance, I have to do chores, and my mom doesn't help me at all.  It's not like she does the laundry every day...

My foster mom yelled from downstairs: "GET DOWN HERE, THERE'S A FANCY RICH MAN HERE TO ASK YOU SOME QUESTIONS". I ran down the stairs, falling forward a bit before I steadied myself on the railing using my magic powers.

Nobody knew I had them except my real parents, but they died in a car accident when I was 3 months old...

 I quickly ran to the bathroom and put on sweatpants and a hoodie. I then walked over to the door past my evil foster mom.

As I open the door, I see a tall man with green eyes and brown hair look down at me. He was wearing a suit, covered in jewels. 

I stared at the muscular man in awe. There was something vaguely familiar about him. I managed: "H-hi, what did you wanna ask me, sir?" He looked down at me briefly, then said: "I need to speak to you. In private, preferably."

I gulped, then nodded my head. I slipped on my black sneakers, shut the door behind me, then followed him to the park across the street.

He motioned towards a bench, and he and I sat down. 

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We sat in silence for nearly 5 minutes. As I was about to get up and leave, since he was clearly wasting my time, he said:

"Don't tell anyone about this encounter. Please." 

"W-why?" 

"Please, Myro, for the love of god-"

"Who's Myro? That's- not my name."

"What is your name, then?"

"It's- I- uh, I don't- I can't remember."

"You have to try to remember. Me, them, everything. Please, I beg you." His voice sounded strained and somewhat scared. 

"I'm sorry, but this is creeping me out. I'm gonna- I'm gonna go."

I hastily got up, but he grabbed my wrist tightly.

"Myro. Listen to me. You may not remember me, or anyone else, but nothing here is real. This is a weird manifestation of your conscious, which you got trapped inside. I'm getting you out of here."

"I don't even know you-"

"You don't even belong here."

That phrase. My sister used to say it. It all came back. Her death, my death, his death.

"Ruqo?" I whispered.

Before he could respond, I saw a bullet pierce through Ruqo's head. He laid still, his body draped over the side of the side of bench, nearly on the ground. Blood pooled around his head. 

"Wrong person, right time." The deep voice holding the gun said.

I nearly screamed and stared in horror at the body laying next to me. I looked over at the person who was responsible, but all that was left was a note. It red:

You should thank me. Go, be free and shit. - Ansai

I reread the signature, and my real memories came back.

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notes:

YIPEE DONE!! also the cover is random but if i see 6 in my halls he can catch these hands

this was more of a test then anything. i had an idea of making it seem like an awful story at first, then slowly (or not so slow) turning into something more. this is a short one shot that has no actual meaning or lore behind it btw

i was writing this as her majesty passed away. rest in peace.