... Okay, so, as a matter of fact, I'm not dead. Who'd have thought?
I rather like this one.
Len didn't like Gumi. She was too … happy. She loved being a vocaloid. She never seemed to resent that she'd never had a choice about it.
Len did.
He envied the humans that wandered the streets outside of his window, the ones that took their power to choose their destinies for granted.
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Yet another day, yet another party. Yet another billion people wondering if he was in love with his sister. Yet another temporary escape to a freezing balcony. This time, it's occupied. He prepares to excuse himself, only to recognize the girl shaking on the edge.
Gumi's crying for the first time he can remember, and he awkwardly puts a hand on her shoulder, only to find her clinging to him like an octopus.
I don't love him she murmured, as if she couldn't believe it.
I don't love Rin either, he whispered in reply, and beyond the disbelief on her face, he sees a desperate hope.