Origins

Fragments: Ikuji

I was a normal person.

A human with no special abilities or powers like the people I watched at that screen.

The screen is the one that separates me from them.

Because I was real, and they aren't.

There was no hope or possibility in the first place, because they don't really exist.

A bunch of lines and colors, if one would describe it literally.

That was what they were.

Yet no matter how much I convinced myself.

No matter how much I knew that it was fiction.

I still began to love them.

That might be why I started to hate, hate, hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hateー

Hate...

Hate...

Hate...

But at the same time I can't help but love, love, and love... love... love... love..

Love.

Love.

Love.

Because it was because I was born in this world that I had managed to meet them.

Seeing their life.

Knowing their struggles.

Cheering for them.

Hating them.

Loving them.

Always, always, and always.

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I died, and there was darkness.

I didn't know anything much about the afterlife but I was expecting more of a stop to all my thoughts.

Because I was supposed to be dead.

....

...

That didn't happen.

I woke up.

And I met him.

The very first person(character) I ever loved.

That distinct scar under his left eye was enough to tell who he was.

I was elated.

I was happy.

I reached out, and managed to touch him.

He was real.

He was real.

Real.

Real.

Real.

The pain my body felt spoke volumes that everything I was experiencing was real.

Real.

Real.

Real.

I was still alive.

Alive and managed to meet them.

I thought they weren't real.

That it was impossible.

But I met himー them.

All of them.