Chapter 4: His Story

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Once upon a time
There was a boy.
A boy who wished he invented something real.
A boy who wanted to be king.
A boy who wanted a queen.
A boy who wanted to save someone.

But he didn't wished.
For it will not happen.
So he invented his own real friend.
A friend with which had three pieces of plastic and a pen.
He built him on the table in the den.
He gave him his old cellphone for a head.
And they spent holidays in his house.
And they gave gifts at each other.
He gave him new bolts and strings and a watch.
And they had so much fun together,
They thought they'd be friends forever.

Ten years later.
He had to leave for college.
He had to leave him for college.
He promised to remember his old friend.
He kept old pictures of his friend.
He told him he'd send pictures.

He met a girl at graduation.
And forgot about his old creation.
He forgot to send pictures.
He forgot to have a conversation with him.
He forgot that he had a friend.

His friend felt lonely and sad.
He came home.
To visit his old friend and say, "hello"
Ask him a few question and tell his story about college and the girl that he met.
But when he got in
He saw his friend lying on the floor.

His friend decided to end his invented life.
He scribbled out in pencil and he wrote,
"I wasn't just unstable, I was alone..."
Next to him.
Was an empty glass of water that he spilt.
All over the body that he built.
It fizzled.
And it popped.
And then it killed.

They had so much fun together
They thought they'd be friends forever.
But it was all just a thought.
So he looked at the body and digged a grave for it.
The body to life he brought.
Was all dead and broke.

-End.

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