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Pythagorean Thoughts
Prologue — Obtuse Ideals


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I just can't remember how this happened. Why this happened.

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Scratch.

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I can't recall why we were at this place, at this moment. I don't even know why I can't recall this. But I just can't.

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He doesn't have the choice. Or he will lose her.

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I don't even know why I was there. I must have had a completely random and stupid idea.

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His right hand is heavy. And not only because of the thick, red book he's holding.
He doesn't want to do this. He can't. His whole summer spent looking for the truth, all of this leading to this?
But he can't lose her. He has no choice.

Scratch, scratch.

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I don't know what I was thinking at that time. I knew this would happen. Since the very beginning I knew it.
And yet I didn't do anything to avoid it. I just let it happen.

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He stops. He looks through those eyes, trying to face Him. But his eyes can only show his despair. He just can't face that. Even though he knows that's not her, he just can't help but see her at this place.
But it's not her. And he will lose her if he doesn't do something quickly.

Scratch. Scratch, scratch.

He is grinning. This kind of smile seems so creepy on that face. And so unnatural.
She doesn't deserve this.
His hand is shaking.

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I can't remember why I chose that option. I mean, I could have avoided it if I wanted it. I had the possibility to do it from the very beginning.
So why did I let it go on like this?

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Scratch.

He can't. He stops again. The grin disappears, but His eyes are even angrier than before.
But he has the choice. He has to.

Scratch. Scratch. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch…

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I kinda feel like I'm remembering. Oh, nothing extraordinary, it's just a faraway little feeling that… somehow tells me what I was thinking at that moment.
I must've been curious. I wanted to know.

And I wanted to have fun. I thought that would be fun.

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Glare.

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I was so dumb.


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