𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐧

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That night you tossed and turned for the only thing that lay in your memory was the thought of your past...

"Friends are ment to stick together. Aren't they?"

They are but friends can change. Friends are fickle. You can't always hope for things to turn out great. Sometimes they move on, sometimes they begin to hate you, and sometimes worse. That doesn't mean some won't stay forever because there is a chance they will, you just wished you had that forever friend. You believed you had found them as well.

Everyday with them was warm like a summers day, you felt it in your body, mind, heart, soul. This was love. Not romantic love, but love between one's mutual affection for another. The enjoyment of companionship. When they were with you, every moment was like a firework. They'd start small then erupt into something great whether it be their laughter, or a story. But as all fireworks work... They'd simmer down into smoke before fading entirely.

Yet the memory lived on. Those bright colors weren't real, but the memory of them was. You really did believe they loved you as much as you loved them. You never seemed to realize that they were what many people described as disingenuine.

Disingenuine? How could that be? Definitely not your [REDACTED], you had known them so long. What part of them could be such a thing? When the thought came into your mind, you brushed it away... For some reason tonight of all nights... You found yourself dreaming about the first time you met.

"You fell." They stated bluntly, staring at the ooze dripping out of your knee, you wiped hot tears off your cheeks as the continued to stare at you. You peaked at them occasionally while wiping your eyes until your crying came to abrupt stop.

"I know I fell... It hurts." They stared at your bloody knee, almost entranced by the sight of it. Before looking back up to your suddenly pouty and angry face, "Quit staring... I know I'm ugly but not THAT ugly."

"I never said your ugly."

"Oh..."

"I was trying to say you're stupid."

"HEY... I'm not THAT dumb. There's worst out there." You huffed, finally getting a good look at them. As you both were surrounded by forest, you hadn't a clue how he found you. More or less, how you found him. He had onix eyes and the same colored hair. He stood painstakingly stiff, like he was almost inhumane. Despite that... He looked so lonely.

"I suppose you are right. Although, I haven't really met all the kids who are  as you say out there." You caught on quickly that his vocabulary was higher then your own. He must've been homeschooled, or at least in a higher grade maybe.

"Do you not have any friends?"

"No, I don't. My mother keeps me inside, people aren't good in this life. They hinder plans and emotions are the thief of joy. The same applies to friends." You furrowed your brows together, unsure of how to respond to such a strange thing.

"Emotions aren't the thief of joy, silly! Emotions are everything. They are joy, they are sadness, they are anger. Emotions are everything. But not the thief of joy." He tilted his head in thought, his eyes drifting between you and your knee before finally responding.

"Mmm, you aren't as annoying as most people so far."

"Thanks?"

"So let's be friends. Let's meet here again sometime..." You smiled, jumping upwards as if your knee never ached to begin with. He flinched at your excitement, studying your features before mimicking them, he smiled.

"How about tomorrow?" You asked, holding your not bloody and dirty hand out for his own.

"Yes... I'd like that... Tomorrow." He took your hand and shook it, begining the cycle of a blossoming friendship.

You jolted awake, hot tears dripping from your face. You didn't think your memories would be coming back to haunt you so soon. You sat up in bed, cold and alone. Yuuka and Grim had left early. You regained your breath, holding a hand to your chest. Before running it around to your back, tracing the scars of the past. Sometimes you wished things didn't turn out the way they did. But a part of you said it was inevitable.

"Sometimes I wish you were... Ah... That's cruel. I'll keep it to myself."