Dio

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I'm lying on my bed, staring at the celling. Suddenly, two big brown eyes are staring down at me. He brushes a mass of blonde curls out of his face. He smiles at me.

"Hey"

He says in a soft voice.

I never asked Dio where he came from. I never told father. I was so afraid he would hurt him. He's my best friend.

Tonight is different.

"Di?"

"Yes, Aya?"

"Where did you come from?"

He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath.

"I came from your imagination"

"You mean you're not real?!'

"No, no. I'm completely real."

He smiles.

"Honestly, I have no idea where I'm from, but I'm sure glad I ended up here."

He smiles.

I smile back, as big as my mouth can go.

"Me too, Di. Me too."

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