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All I ever wanted to do was make her cry. She was always so annoying… always smiling. She was never sad. I wanted to make her cry so badly. Just one little tear. That's it.
"Taru-Taru!" She yelled again. I pretended to ignore her. Maybe if I didn't pay attention, she'd get frustrated. Maybe she'd start crying.
"TARU-TARU!" She yelled louder. What was wrong with her? Couldn't she see I didn't care? Couldn't she just give up already?
But that would be too easy. And that's not the way Pudding was. Both of her parents were dead, but she still went around smiling. It was so damn annoying!
"Look what I can do!" She was trying a different tactic to make me curious. But I'd seen all her tricks. "Come on! Look!"
Why didn't I just leave if I was so annoyed? I was just holding on to that fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, she'd break down in tears.
I should've left, but I didn't. I stayed.
I could hear the plates; she was doing the plate spinning trick again. She was always doing that one differently. Sometimes she used just her hands. Sometimes it was her elbow. One time I saw her use her nose.
Maybe just a peek…
She beamed when she saw me look. She had one on her head and one on each finger. She was even standing on one foot, in the middle of the street.
She never saw it coming. It came faster than either of us could process. And by then, it was too late.
All I ever wanted to do was make her cry. But now I can't. Now I can't do anything… Because corpses don't cry.