“Well, that’s a right cheery way to meet someone.”
An arm goes over to shield himself from the objects
heading his way, being sure to make sure they don’t
cause any physical harm to himself.
"Just leave me alone! You’re not real! ”
Nothing’s real. Nothing’s R E A L. It’s all just a dream.
She’ll wake up back where she was, back in the blue
house with her parents, where none of this exists. If
she keeps throwing things, maybe it’ll make him go
away. Make everything go away. Then she’ll be okay,
sane. Because none of this is real.
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