How are you...you're back?


Of course, I came back because I missed you! Did you not miss me?


I...I did.
-but had you not told me not to? I wasn't supposed to miss you, and you aren't supposed to be back!
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What's going on..?


Right now? Nothing's going on.

They tried to hurt us, seperate us, but they simply can't. Don't you see?

We were made to be together.

We were written for each other.

It doesn't matter if we're real or not. They can't break us apart.
Nothing's going on. Nothing but us. Nothing but us exists, and nothing else matters.


That doesn't make sense. No sense at all...
I'm real. You're not. You can't be!-


-I don't care if it makes sense or not!
I'm not real, and neither are you. If you are, then I am too.
Don't you see?
We were made to exist with each other. I don't care if we have no reality. I'll be happy as long as "we" stays "we".


That's...that can't be true. Surely this is not you talking.
You had me, and I had you, but you had a life, and I did too.
You laughed and cried and loved...you danced like music; you smiled like you had the stars; you looked at me like I was art; if you saw puppies or ice cream shops, like a kid, you'd drag me around; you scolded me when I didn't eat; you'd cook for me like my mom did; you lived. So beautifully...

You lived so beautifully that I fell in love with how you did.

...So how could you say such things, now?! How — who — could I have loved if you had been naught without me?
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How would I have lived, when you told me do so without you...?

I don't care if we're apart or together, I can't love you if you're not real, to yourself.

© Ume