Fantasy story (No name as of now)

III (Short)

-Adol's perspective-

W-what have I done? I know I wanted to expel my anger, but what the hell was that? I hurt Tia, and she was just trying to take care of me. I drop to my knees looking down at the ground.

"Tia...I'm sorry for what I did...I almost killed you- I hurt you...a lot. I don't expect you to forgive me."

"It's not your fault at all, Adol. You're not to blame- that wasn't even you..it was something else" Tia said with a gentle voice.

"It is..that was me..but it was like something that was a different being.. J-just forget about me, about you ever meeting me. I will leave and you will forget that I ever existed. I will only end up hurting you more if I stay, and I can bear to see all that happen. I don't want to hurt anyone especially you, Tia. You already saved me- and you saved me again, and I have only caused you pain. I'm sor-"

*Smack* Tia hits me right across the face and hugs me. Tears flow down Tia's eyes. "P-please don't leave me. I will be sad if you leave" Even more tears flow from her eyes.

"I don't know what else to do. The pain just becomes unbearable" I frown.

"If that's the case, when you are in pain, I want you to share that pain with me. It hurts me when I see you like that. If you need support, I will support you. I can be someone that helps you stand up. I want to help you...so please, don't go" Tia hugs me tightly.

W-what is this? I-I don't understand what this feeling is. It hurts, but it's also a warm feeling. Heh, when was the last time I ever felt like this...

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-Adol's memories-

"Hey you! Get out of here, we were playing here first, you're nothing but a stupid, unwanted child!" These words echo in my head. Memories from when I was a child. It was all pain and suffering from what I can remember. I had no one. I saw my parents die in front of my eyes... But I didn't give up, because if I died like that, I would be forgotten. Each time I thought about giving up, I get the urge to get back up. The urge gets overwhelming so I can't even resist it. I can't die, but why do I keep living? I am not living for myself. Who or what am I living for...?

==To be continued==