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Silence.
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That's how I've been for a while now.
...
Being silent means my words won't hurt anyone because...ha...the words never come out...isn't that funny?
Hey reply to me...oh...that's right. I'm alone.
Are you?
(What? What was that?)
If your alone...why don't you...make friends?
I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T!
...Why?
Friends are fragile. Fragile, delicate, feeble, frail, weak, weak, so weak, and they're brittle, flimsy, fracturable, insubstantial, and they're just so stupidly, stupidly, shatterable.
If I make friend's they'll just...break.
...
Are you still there?
...
Ha...I can't believe I'm talking to myself I'm no better than...
In a rage of fury I grabbed the nearest thing around me. A boxcutter. I'm not him! I'm not him! Not him! Not... After stabbing my pillow multiple times I tossed the household weapon aside. Then sat in a sea of pillow fluff once again silent.
How about I'll be you friend then?
I jumped a little then replied
No.
I'll be your friend?
No.
I am your friend.
No, no, no, no...no...
I won't get hurt I can't feel pain.
No! no! no!.............no pain? You won't get hurt?
I won't I promise.
STOP! That's a lie! Your lying! There is no such thing as a "promise". I spun around tearing the little bits of fluff into smaller pieces. Maddened screams never leaving my lips.
Promises are worth nothing.
.
.
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Fine, but look at it logically. I am you. I can't get hurt.
Hmm.
I'm a loophole. I'll be there whenever you need me.
That does sound logical.
Exactly.
O-okay then.
Okay. Now give me a name.
A name...
I thought about what could fit this entity inside me. I wanted her to be something...something unattainable. Something I'll never get from anyone else. She would be something like that. Something that reminded me of my first friend. I shook my head a little trying to shake off the thoughts.
Did you think of something?
No...I...Wait...If you are my friend will you tell me the truth and never betray me?
Yes.
Your name is something only you can give me.
Only something I can give?
Something my family has never once shared with me.
?
Love.
Love...
Your name is Ai.
Ai.
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Silence.
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That's how I've been for a while now.
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Being silent means my updates won't get to anyone because...ha...the studying never stops...isn't that funny?
Hey reply to me...oh...that's right. I can't update. I'm alone.
Are you sure?
(What? What was that?)
If your alone...why don't you...just update?
I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T! I CAN'T!
...Why?
Finals. Finals are hard, laborious, burdensome, crucial, painful, tough, tough, just so tough, and they're arduous, onerous, troublesome, strenuous, and they're just so stupidly, stupidly, challenging.
If I update and don't study then I'll just...fail.
What's up readers!!!! I'm finally back from my hiatus. Wooooooooh! I'm going to start updating a lot more starting from today cuz it's almost summer vacation!!! This chapter was about how Ai was created and how Akane is in a state of madness, trauma, and ultimate despair. Poor Akane everything will get better...or will it... e-e Thanks guys for all your support!
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