So, you remember the story of Alice and I, where I wasted my life dreaming of perfection, and the lack of it in my life drove me to commit suicide. I had to escape Gardenia, and leave the love of my life behind. Not too much of a happy ending. Well, not for me anyways. Because the story didn't revolved around me. Not that it was supposed to. I am Mana. I have a lot to say, but words don't speak enough. I am not defined by words, so what gives me a reason to talk? I bet you are wondering why I am still here, and how come I didn't die when I escaped Gardenia. Well, I am going to get there, but first, I want you to know that Gardenia is not perfect - it is a fictional world, based on your idea of perfection. People go there every day, some waste their lives away in that meaningless place - others find themselves and escape. You can make it out of Gardenia alive, but it will leave its mark on you.
Fortunately for Alice, she escaped, and it worked out for the better. But my story is a bit different. A bit twisted. Don't expect a happy ending, or a pot of gold at the end of this rainbow. If that's what you want to read, then you should click search, and find another story. This isn't your typical fairy tale.

So, the day that mad hatter explained our fate, I was terrified, holding my dear Alice in my arms for what felt like forever, when the Madhatter told us we would have to leave - we couldn't be together in Gardenia, due to the fact people can't love, and I was going to die in reality.

For a second, I thought he was going to free us from our burden of a love, or our ill fate. As I awaited his merciful reply, I looked at Alice, and the kind words seemed to die away on the Madhatter's lips. I knew I was going to sacrifice myself for her. Only she meant that much to me.

As he spoke his awful rule, it occured to me that he had never been in love. Or he would have known the feeling. He would have saw the look in our teary eyes, and sensed the pain in our tourtured hearts, forever bonded through melancholy and hopeful desires.

Those desires that tore us apart.
They were the reason I hung myself.
The reason I went to Gardenia in the first place.
And most importantly, the reason why someone so lovely as Alice experienced true misery.