Pencil-chan to Paper-kun

Sometimes I wonder about life.

Why are we given the life we have? Why was I given the great life that I didn't want? I mean, we're given choices, yet we choose the ones that bring us pain knowingly. I find it funny. I know that along this winding road I've made mistakes. Probably a lot more than I care to admit too.

Oh, well, let me get to the reason I wrote this. I probably need to go all the way back to the beginning.

If this was a story, it would have been love at first sight. But sadly for us it wasn't. For me it was... But your distant eyes said something different. The feeling they showed wasn't out of love, rather of great dislike. That was back when we first met. That didn't matter much. I really loved your gray eyes. That silky brown hair. Right now you are probably thinking I'm a bad person, because I can truthfully write that I would give anything to touch it right now. So hypocritical, I know.

Do you remember when we became friends? It really surprised me. You are a very happy-go-lucky person, aren't you? And your smile. It was bright enough to light up a whole room. Have you smiled since I've been gone? No those stupid fake smiles either. No, I can tell the difference between them. You could never fool me silly.

And seeing you cry must have been the worst. When you cry it's like when angles die. The say that tears shine against the grayness of your eyes. It's beautiful but heart wrenching. I'm glad I can't see you cry. But again, I'm getting off topic.

Since I'm really bad at this, I should just skip to the point, ne? I know that I can't really talk to you, especially if you are reading this. It probably means I just couldn't wait any longer. This life, it just isn't fr me. You'll understand, right? You also get that I wrote this because I don't want you to follow me.

I'll admit, whatever I did was stupid. I don't even know if I'm being kept alive somehow right now. But there are so many reasons to keep going. I was given a choice, and I know, even before doing it, I chose the wrong one.

But I want you to keep going, no matter how hard it is. There is always a reason to keep living. And if somehow I still am alive, prove me wrong. Stay by me until I wake up again. Tell me want an idiot I am. Keep living for me?

And don't cry. I hate seeing you with that sad face. Don't make any angles die.

Reiji sat at his desk in his room. One hand held the crumpled note, the other held his head. The shimmering in his eyes was apparent. But tears didn't spill down his face, leaking on the the desk and paper, like he thought they would.

"Baka, I cry because an angle tried to die." He whispered.

Short, I know, but to the point.

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