"We will stop breathing one day."
"And when that one day comes, you'll feel sorry for rejecting me."
"I didn't..."
"You did! You threw out all my feelings. You wasted the whole-heartedly written letter I gave you. You laughed about my appearance with your friends behind me. You dissed my words like you'd with a fly. You took me for granted."
"What are you saying?!"
"Nothing but the truth itself! I have eyes that can see the actual reality around me. It dawned on me that you have zero, or if it could be any more smaller, interest in humoring me. All you care for is yourself. Your entertainment. Your life in which you are the center of."
"I'm not..."
"And I'm done. With trying to reason, trying to understand you. Trying to wait and wake up from this horrible pseudo dream. Trying to stay and watch the real you unfold. Everything I can do is futile, and I've realized that."
"Are you serious?"
"Please don't."
"No, you stop! Listen to me. To my words."
"And is there any honesty in them? Any truth, anything right for me to believe in?"
"I'm scared. I was, and still."
"You're not."
"But I was. Do you think I feel like the center of my universe? No. I'm barely hanging on the edge. I'm trying to gain strength. But it was all a lie, one big chunk of pretend that never gave me any sense of satisfaction. And where did it lead me? To regret."
"You are bonkers."
"So I am! I made a girl wait. I made her believe in a person which is not me. I made her,"
"Stop."
"Teary eyed, in the verge of crying, and emotionally hurt. Yet I can only try to explain. Don't you see what all those lies had made me? A liar. A white liar, and it's time to break my illusion. I want to be free now."
"You've always been free."
"Not from myself. And I've found a way to fully accept my nightmare of a mind. I need that girl,"
"But you rejected me, you made me gave up."
"I need you to free me."
"Is this going to end well?"
"I will make sure it will."
"What if you're lying again?"
"I don't know. But I'm not the one who's giving up now."
"I'm scared. For the second time, with you."
"And I'm trying not to fall down, for my knees are buckling in; God knows what will happen to me if the girl I'm trying to save and love rejected me for my faults."
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...