Sometimes it's hard for me to find a reason- No, remember the reason, because I know that there was one. Once.
But, it was a long time ago - or maybe yesterday - I don't know. All I know is that I can't remember, which means I don't know, and it's cold because I'm sitting and I'm sitting on the stone. And there's those shadows over there - no. They are not there. That's what I meant, of course.
I still don't know.
The stone is cold and something inside me tells me to get up and walk over to the shadows (because there's a bed there and I know what a bed is and that it's warm even though I've never had one before) but I can't because the shadows are not there and I don't even deserve a bed anyway. A black devil like me? In a bed that's so soft and warm and cushiony? Psshhh, it's so funny!
Hilarious.
So, I stay in the corner while my butt freezes and I'm wondering about this reason - that I have to find or remember or something like that - and I think of why it matters? Because what do I need a reason for? I'll find out when I find it. Remember. Whatever, I guess. So I clutch this pillow.
The pillow, my pillow, is cold too - because I am, oh so cold - but it's soft too. Soft like squishy soft stuff that bulges out all weird when I squeeze it and I know because I'm squeezing it right now because I stole it from a bed. My bed. In the shadows that aren't there, you know?
My blood is black.
I can't believe I haven't said that yet, even though I thought you should know. Like everybody knows. I mean, even the reason knows because I always go spouting it off, you know?
Like an idiot.
Heeeyeaah, shut up. Shut. Up. I wonder if the bed knows I stole the pillow?
Probably not, because beds can't think stupid! It was as simple as tap tap tap, grab, slide, sneak awa-ay~ And then I had a pillow. My pillow? Nope, still the bed's even thought it doesn't even know the pillow's gone and I do. I know.
No, you don't. I don't? Whatever.
How the hell can a reason know anything anyway? It's a thing isn't it? Like, like a… a noun, but the thing part. Not a person or a place, right?
No, no. My reason is something more! Not a thing, one of the other ones. My reason is perfect and special and she glows and makes me feel all red inside. Like a real person for a little - all red inside? I think the shadows are laughing at mee…
That's why I need a reason. So that the shadows won't even be there, because they'll be gone, vamoose, and poof! That's why they hate my reason and that's why I have to find her. It. Her.
And that's why I can't find the bed.
I'm sorry I took your pillow.
"Chrona?"
Oh. Yeah.
"M-Maka."
I haven't written anything with Chrona for awhile.
I think my brain died halfway through this. Don't worry if it doesn't make sense, it wasn't supposed to. I wasn't going to upload it, but I don't have anything else and I think you guys deserve and update.
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