Ten years.
I never saw Seto. Never ever. And I was goddamn happy. What a lie.
He was just an imaginary friend, more like a ghost, a spirit to haunt me.
So why did I feel so... sad?
Seto said he likes me, how I'm the one to keep him happy. To keep him going. First one to celebrate his birthday. The one who cared about him.
Oh no.
Oh god what did I do.
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FanfictionEntry #__ I swear I knew him, he must be real. He wasn't just my imagination, he can't be.
