My Lovely E× (4x)

Pt. 4

X, has a weak heart, cries practically about any and everything, he ended up fainting.

The object had to carry X to it's house.  X finally woke up.

X)  ....Ugh.. where am I? Hello? Who's house is this? This couch is awfully soft...

X saw an object come out from the kitchen area and it was,.. a mustard bottle?

Mb) Why awfully? I find it to be quite nice, it was my grandma's. 

"WAIT ARE YOU THE ONE WHO SAVED ME?" shouted X.

"Erm. I wouldn't quite phrase it that way,  it was more like I felt bad for a stranger and had enough sympathy to pick them up after they passed out from crying for four hours straight." the bottle replied.

 "...Four hours.....Four..." "..." "..WWWA-" 

Mb;"PLEASE NO MORE"

   *sniff*"Okay fine...I'm sorry." "I'm very sad, you didn't stop me from making myself look bad in public, you let me gasp and pant so much that I collapsed and you shush me??" "So rude."

"...THAT WAS ALL ON YOU?"  

Then X replied with "tHeN yOu ShOuT aT mE!"

Mustard Bottle couldn't believe what he was hearing, "I let you stay here and rest instead of leaving you out in the rain and..-" Then he chuckled and smiled. "Heh. You kinda sound like a moody girl/woman that just woke up on the wrong side of the be-"    

"tHaT's sExiSt!" Said X.

"But also what's a girl?"  

"Hm? Oh it's a gender, are you not mal...what are you?"

"Huh? I don't understand" said X.

"Oh well...nevermind then, what's got you so upset right now?"

"WAAA,-" (mb >)"please."  "Oh..sorry I'll try to refrain this time.." apoligized X.

"Okay so, *sigh* I come from a different world, not one of objects but instead one's of numbers and things of math related values. Over there I have many friends, and one of them being my best, but even more (than best), the one who I identify, or atleast once did, my significant other. He is Four, the number. In our relationship he was the strong one I leaned upon.  I was always the weak/the lesser. I loved him so, to me he was the most amazing, greatest, coolest, but also most powerful. How I adored being around him, and the way he was, just so cool! Even some actions of his I found cute, so in our relationship he was on a high rank. But then there was me, I would sometimes try to get his attention, most of the time making a goof of myself, I would try to bond with him, it usually went wrong or resulted in him getting angry towards me, I would make plans for the both of us like i.e. make reservations for  a restuaraunt date, go out for a movie, or just spend time with him, I didn't feel like he ever truly appreciated it. However I do remember Once, he hugged me, then kissed my forehead, he said "Forever remember this moment."...I felt blown away. But one day we had an arguement, I wad so mad at him. I couldn't tell whether he loved me or was just toying with me or just joking. So I ran away and escaped to this land thinking I would be happy. Thinking I would feel great and free. Now I realize. I don't feel happy. I feel lonley. Now my eyes are open."

"He did care.    He...possibly..DOES CARE!!" 

"He wanted me to forever know those words and let me know how he felt about me, I should've realized, that that was also the one of the most heartfelt things he's done to me.."

"..Aside from when we also once cuddled. More of I accidentally knocked him over onto the bed and I fell on him then we laid there hugging after that."

"..Funny how such a sweet memory can taste so bitter..."