This is very old... You have been warned XD

A world without love is like... Lettuce tapped the pencil frustratedly on the desk. The paper she had written six words on was slightly screwed up and had many rubber shavings scattered across it. What was it like? She had always been surrounded by people she loved so how would she know? The green haired teen focused until the words went blurry and they didn't make sense.

"A world without love is like..." She hissed and pushed the paper away from her. "I can't think of anything!" The frustration made tears well up and she blinked them back. Only little girls cry over something like that. Mew Lettuce wouldn't cry.

Lettuce stood up and paced for a little while. She had her eyes closed to try and calm herself. "It's only homework. Maybe I can write something... satisfactory to hand in. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece."

When she opened her eyes, something was different. Lettuce blinked away the black spots and felt the air tingle. Someone was there. "Hello?" In her pocket was the gold and green pendant which was now clasped in her fingers.

There was no answer. Well, what did she expect? No villain would respond to that.

Lettuce checked the few places she would think to hide; wardrobe, under the bed, behind the door. Nothing. She let out a sigh of relief and relaxed. There was nobody there. Whilst she knew it wasn't her imagination, she knew she was helpless in her room. Even with the the pendant. After a solid five minutes of just waiting, the porpoise Mew had no choice but to relax. Maybe it was really no one.

The girl sat back down and picked up the pencil again. "Alright. Enough procrastination. Back to the-" Lettuce froze. The paper had a messy scribble next to her own.

A world without love is no world at all.

Hope is lost and loneliness seeps through your veins.

You only go on if you have something to fight for.

Or if you are forced.

Emotions fade and you wonder if love was a thing that you had felt before.

Did it even exist?

But one thing is clear:

You cannot have love without loss.

And it becomes a tragedy when the sacrifice you have to make for it,

Is that where love is the very thing you must give up.

Lettuce read and re-read the text. It was without a doubt who wrote it and who had been in her room. Only someone who experienced it could write like that. She couldn't even imagine what it was like; only knew that she wanted to help.

"Pai? I know you're here. I won't hurt you." There was no response. Sighing nervously, she slowly placed her pendant on the table and backed away. "I trust you not to hurt me."

This time, there was a ripple by her doorway and the dark male appeared. He seemed to be trying to tone down his usual scariness. "I wish for you not to take pity on me. Understand that I only wanted to help you with your schooling."

"I don't pity you, Pai," she muttered quietly. "I'm just sad. I don't think I could be in your place."

He chuckled cynically. "Neither had I, once." He turned and placed out his hand in a farewell. "If that is all, I must be going."

And he disappeared just as quickly as he'd come.

She clasped the piece of literature in her hands. Could she really give such personal words into a teacher? Lettuce couldn't decide and kept tapping her pencil on the table in frustration. If he didn't want her to give it in, then why had he written it in the first place? Would he be offended if she didn't use it? He was hard to figure out sometimes. Well… All the time, really.

It wasn't until Mew Lettuce had seen Pai die for her team that she knew the real meaning behind his words.