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I didn't really believe I would find her, I just came to make Hannah feel better

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I didn't really believe I would
find her, I just came to make
Hannah feel better.

Hannah swears that Marceline is
working at a bar with a man named
Wade, who the fuck is he?
I doubt he's better than me. I'm not
jealous or anything; I'm just curious.

I'm very curious why she's with
some random man, is it because
he got to her first? I didn't expect
anyone would betray us, I should've
been more prepared, But going
to someone else is a little too far.

I'm not perfect but I'm probably
better, for her at least.

She would want to be with me if
she had the option, wouldn't she?
I'm acting idiotic.

She is dead and doesn't have any
option, I remind myself
I'm here for Hannah as we walk
through the bar door.

A bell rings from above the door and
I look around at the empty room,
and by empty I mean a few empty glasses on each dirty table, pornographic posters on the walls, neon signs, a few games,
and one old man behind the bar.

This is one of those places that people
think look cool but don't actually drink there. The man looks completely out of place, his appearance makes him seem
like a library clerk.

Hannah confidently strides up to the
bar with a smile and no fear shown
on her face, The older man smiles at
her but his eyes widen when he sees me.

I'm used to people being afraid of
me but this was different.
A gang must've claimed this as their
bar like most of them do.

It's funny watching people believe
they have everything that everyone else doesn't. I like hurting their feeling and showing them what they don't have.

"Hey Wade, I'm sorry to annoy you
but is Marceline here?"

Wait- this is Wade?! He could be her grandfather; is she into that? No way.
This is disturbing, I may not be
smarter but I certainly look better
and my personality fits with hers.

"Uh- well" he glances at me and I can practically feel the fear coming off of
him "Who?" Hannah sighs and says
her name again.

Wade looks at her like she's insane
which isn't that surprising.He claims
to not know what she's talking
about and Hannah starts to cry.


Oh my god, this is exhausting


This idiot is not about to make her
upset, she might've been confused
but there is no reason
for him to make her feel bad. I walk
up to the bar and keep a blank face

"Do you know her?" I ask in a firm
voice. He shakes his head but
Hannah points at him and says

"Yes, you do! Please just tell me."
Wade looks upset when he
sees tears fall from her eyes
but he doesn't do anything to help.

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