Prologue

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     "I told you I wouldn't fail, and you still underestimated me," I say as the black haired boy stares at me with tears in his eyes.

     "How could you?"

     "I did what I did for you, for us," I say, approaching him slowly. He took a step backwards, pain and fear in his eyes. He's afraid of me. Hurt overflows through me, drowning me. I did it for him, and he... he's afraid?

     I take a step back.

     "So I guess this makes me the villain..." I murmur, but he doesn't seem to hear.
"I hate you," He says, and even more hurt fills me.

     "I won't stop until you're dead!" He yells before running away, tears dripping from his cheeks.

     All I ever wanted was for him to see me, to care for me, to be my friend. I guess now I have to play the role of the villain for him to care.

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