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First, I lose track of my rival. Then, my clothes. The blood also really works to drive a point home.
And I suppose that was what being buried alive is like? Terrifying.
Private to Self // Visible to those he knew/knows
So the Kurdish boy left. How cruel-- had I not known how coy he was already, I'd almost feel abandoned!
Granted, there was no progress to be made anyway, seeing as how there are no Gundams here. I've heard Celestial Being may be out and about, but it's not the same; how can I reach that final zenith as a soldier without the challenge involved? Ah Fate, you bare no end to your blatant disregard for my happiness.
...For instance, what did I do to deserve meeting that woman, Citrine? She lies, teases, taunts, and tricks me into believing that I could be comrades with a "stranger." Made me admire her for reasons I didn't have time to pinpoint. Made for atrociously wonderful company. One of those women you should never take your eye off of for fear of being kicked in the shins, especially when there's so much catching up to do.
And then she vanishes.
So I'll leave this message open for when you get back, Citrine. You should be made aware of the scars you've left on my poor psyche.
But if that can't be the case, then may your soul rest in the peace it deserves. It shouldn't be You can't be dead t
I'll just be waiting here.
And I suppose that was what being buried alive is like? Terrifying.
Private to Self // Visible to those he knew/knows
So the Kurdish boy left. How cruel-- had I not known how coy he was already, I'd almost feel abandoned!
Granted, there was no progress to be made anyway, seeing as how there are no Gundams here. I've heard Celestial Being may be out and about, but it's not the same; how can I reach that final zenith as a soldier without the challenge involved? Ah Fate, you bare no end to your blatant disregard for my happiness.
...For instance, what did I do to deserve meeting that woman, Citrine? She lies, teases, taunts, and tricks me into believing that I could be comrades with a "stranger." Made me admire her for reasons I didn't have time to pinpoint. Made for atrociously wonderful company. One of those women you should never take your eye off of for fear of being kicked in the shins, especially when there's so much catching up to do.
And then she vanishes.
So I'll leave this message open for when you get back, Citrine. You should be made aware of the scars you've left on my poor psyche.
But if that can't be the case, then may your soul rest in the peace it deserves. It shouldn't be You can't be dead t
I'll just be waiting here.