[ YURI and UNKNOWN sit across from each other. The room is dimly lit and scarcely decorated. UNKNOWN's face is covered by shadows. ]
YURI: Sometimes I sit and think. And wonder... what if? It's a vicious cycle of a game, a vortex that is relentless, but I like the temptation.
UNKNOWN: Hmm.
YURI: What if? What if we were soulmates? What if he wasn't the accident, the car was? What if this is something inherited, and my parents passed it on? What if... Theories aren't difficult to come up with, but certainly are to prove.
UNKNOWN: Mm.
YURI: What if?
UNKNOWN: You seem a man of knowledge now. Foul mouth gone... You know why I'm here.
[ YURI softly scowls. ]
YURI: Knowing and believing are two different things.
UNKNOWN: You believe in what you know.
YURI: No, I know what I believe, and I believe in a different scenario than I know.
UNKNOWN: Yuri. You know why I'm here.
YURI: ...Yes.
UNKNOWN: You still talk like this, your what-ifs and tempations, but you didn't go.
YURI: How could I? Are your eyes that clouded to not see what I'm saying?
UNKNOWN: ...You disregarded his funeral.
YURI: And you disregard me now.
UNKNOWN: Do you have no respect for the dead? For him?
YURI: I suppose you have none for the living.
[ Pause for a beat. ]
UNKNOWN: I'm helping you. Please just listen, not initiate an argument.
YURI: Leave. Leave, goddamit, the door is where you entered! Take your false ideals and run!
[ UNKNOWN pauses and stares for several beats before nodding and walking out quietly. YURI watches thoughtfully, eyebrows pinched together. A door is opened and closed. ]
YURI: Could we have been...?
[ YURI looks up to the bare ceiling. ]
YURI: Am I angry? I am. Is it you? Why... Why you? That was never part of my what-if game. What if you... What if you...
[ A black cat enters the room. YURI presses his lips together and shakes his head, picking up the cat. ]
YURI: Outside again with the squirrels, I guess. You smell like grass.
[ The cat whines and burrows its head in YURI's elbow. ]
YURI: Yeah. Safe here. Yeah.
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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! You made it to the end!
Quick question (even though most of you probably hate me for the ending): What country do you think Calliber is from and why?
I've been wondering what my readers thought.
Okay, it's over for real now. Bye!
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