"My saviour, what a poor soul."
"..I don't believe you, you're a liar."
What if you loved a novel so much, one day you were transported into that world, you dedicated your whole life to fixing the broken parts of it?
" The more I thought about it, the more intensely I expected it, the more angry I became.
Yes it's all your fault.
I can't believe I'm going to steal something that's only precious to me at the cost of dirt.."
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Warning! Bullying, use of violence read with caution
Ever since (name) was little, they were always alone.No matter what they did, they always found themself being by theirself.
It was never something they intended though, they adored laughing and chatting with their classmates. They adored all the eyes on them, yet at the same time they were afraid. Intimidating widened pairs of eyes staring into their soul as if they were belittling (name).
Their voice could never get out easily, as if there was a cog blocked in their throat.
Time flew by as (name) entered their first year of highschool. They found themself having their head hung low on the ground, their bangs covered the faces of people, their headphones playing music muted out the sounds of chatter.
Sitting down on the plain old wooden desk, a new face approaches their desk, sitting down next to them, followed by a few other friends of their's supposed.
"Hey! I'm —— what's your name?" She grinned
"(Name)." They replied
"Awesome! Cool name!" She complimented, reaching out her hand, fidgeting the keychain on their backpack. "(Game name) right?" She asked
(Name)'s face lit up. They would talk together everyday, sometimes passing notes to eachother during class.
It was a fool to fall for her charms so easily. It was a lie to think she was as pure as a lamb.
"Hey (name), I want you to hit that kid over there." She ordered
"What.?" They asked in disbelief, staring at the boy curled up on the floor being restrained by two of her other friends.
"Come on. He was talking trash about me. Don't tell me you're letting something like this slide? Your best friend is getting bullied." She said sternly, with force, she pushed the (h/c) a few steps ahead.
With shaky steps, they made their way over to the boy. The boy looked at them with pleading eyes, begging them to stop. (Name) couldn't help but feel guilty. The boy was often taken advantage of by their friends, yet they turned a blind eye to the situation.
"I.. I can't.. do it." (Name) stammered, "I'm sorry."
"Huh?" The girl merely scoffed at their words, kicking them down onto the ground
