XAF- Welcome to my first fanfiction… without any collaborating, that is. This is basically journal excerpts from the characters of Code Lyoko- years after they have left Kadic. You have to guess who they are though, because I'm not putting the names of who I wrote the journal for. Some/most of the journals will be hard to discern (or you can't tell who wrote what at all), and I apologize for that, but do believe that a good challenge is necessary. Journals may or may not be written in chronological order.
CL is owned in France… and wherever it may be co-owned.
By the way, the person is speaking to another person by writing to the diary as if it waspersonhimself/herself.
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September 21, 2017
Dear Diary,
I hope you are happy- wherever you are, because I sure miss the times we used to spend together- but I don't really miss you- the person that is now the almost anti-synthesis of who you were last year. I hope you are happy wherever you are in life, because the little circle of friendship we used to be in has now split down the middle- I no longer consider you my friend.
I hate you- I utterly loathe you. I had devoted most of my time to spend time with you and actually try to be your friend. Now, I devote my time to try to forget your memory- to try to forget all those times we had together, and how we had weathered through each storm in life- before I finally gave into the storm and flowed with the water- breaking away. I can't, however, completely forget you, as memories keep flowing back and there are events that remind me irresistibly of the things we had dome when we were younger.
I suppose that in an aspect that you had died in some way, so that you might be reborn into another character that I did not remember in my memories- a type of monster that society had molded you into. I can't completely hate you either. Though your old self had died in some way, there might have been a shred that was spared, to give you values in your life, maybe.
I wondered why you had never really cared enough to calibrate our friendship and fix all the small, but surely growing cracks in the ring of friendship- before it totally broke apart, and you did not even realize it until you noticed that I had changed my number and contact information, and had stopped seeing you, or had stopped to chat quite as often as I had. I guess I can let you drift away, as you had done to me… oeil pour oeil- an eye for an eye. Whatever goes around comes around. Karma. History always repeats itself. Whatever you call it, it's coming back to you now to haunt you as a living memory in some way- A ghost from the past that never completely went away, even when the time for it to be dismissed came.
Who am I? I don't know the question anymore. … the mirror always lies to me, giving me a view of the twisted reality most people would chose over thinking of who they themselves are. I don't know who I am anymore… I used to know when we were friends, but I am now unguided as I careen everywhere as I fall. Who are you? That's the question I will ask. Who are you?