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Recap: Chiaki's feeling pretty down at the moment. Othello just learned that Ororon is still alive. Let's continue with the story.

Chapter 3: It's So Hard To Say

Chiaki opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around at the dim room that showed that the sun was now setting. She had felt so depressed since that fall. Nobody ever talked to her. She had no friends, they were all dead. Finally, she had lost her first love and watched him die his slow, painful death.

What was the point of living if the one you loved and all your friends and family are dead? That question seemed to keep going through her head.

Let's commit a flashy double suicide…

Okay

Chiaki widened her eyes. She remembered that day all too well. It was the same day she destroyed the city. It was the same day she killed thousands of lives when she herself was also so against the idea of the killing. She had been a killer. She still was.

The two of you should have never met

Chiaki slowly got up and walked over to her small kitchen and pulled out on of the butcher knives that she hardly ever used. She turned her head and walked over to her bathroom. She was going to do it this time. There was no stopping her.

Stay with me forever.

She told him to stay, but he didn't. He broke his promise. She flipped the switch of her bathroom and walked by the sink. Chiaki held up the knife. The light reflecting off of it, blinding her for a moment. She had to put it down in order to let her see properly.

It's either me, or them.

CHIAKI!

Chiaki took a deep breath and held it up. She held her other arm next to the knife. She was ready. All she had to do was to put it against her skin and cut through.

Do not let you're friends' deaths be in vain!

RUN!

There's no escape now.

It would have been better if the two of you had never met.

He lies. He is not the devil.

It would have been better…

It hurts.

ORORON!

CHIAKI!

"Chiaki?" Othello said, opening the door to her apartment. He looked around at the small, but clean apartment. He grinned. So this is what she's been doing the last year, he thought to himself.

Chiaki jumped when she heard someone enter. She dropped the knife, which had not penetrated her skin, and turned to the open door to the bathroom. The knife landed on the ground, point forward so that the handle stuck up. "Uhm..hello?" she said and walked out of the bathroom to see someone familiar. She couldn't place his name, but she knew him. Her problem was that she didn't remember where.

Othello turned around and saw a girl about the age of sixteen with shoulder length hair. He noticed that she taller than last time and much prettier. I guess one year can make a difference, he thought to himself. He was finally able to compose himself again and said, "It's great to see you again, Chiaki."

Chiaki was finally able to remember him. His voice was all that was needed to jog her memory. This was Othello, Ororon's older brother. He looked the same as he did last year. "I-It's good to s-see you t-too, Oth-thello," she stuttered out, she was shocked that people she used to know still remembered her.

Othello noticed the stuttering and smiled. He seated himself on her couch and looked up at her. "You look better than the last time I saw you," he said.

"You still look the same," Chiaki said, seating herself on a chair in front of the couch.

Othello's eyes drifted to her leg. He recognized the scar she still had on her leg. He remembered seeing her bleeding, while she lied next to Ororon's dead body. He didn't know how she got it because he left with his army that same day to deal with the chaos in hell. How could he tell her about Ororon? How could he say 'Guess what? Ororon's alive!' ? He finally settled with asking her a question, "So how have you been doing these days?"

"I get by," she simply said and looked down at the ground.

Silence filled the room for a while. Othello was trying to think of what to say next. Should he tell her about Ororon? Should he tell her about hell?What am I doing worrying about these things! he thought to himself. This is not how I should act! He brought himself back together and made himself comfortable on the couch. "I''m the new king of hell," he finally said.

Chiaki jumped. Not from the news, but because he broke the silence that had rested between them. "Oh. That's nice." she said in reply.

Othello frown. "You don't seem excited about that," he said.

"Why sould I be? It's hell. I don't belong there so I don't care about it."

Othello shrugged and said, "Whatever."

Chiaki sighed. She didn't want Othello to be king of hell. She wanted Ororon to still be it, but that would never happen. She wanted Othello to leave. For the first time in her life, she actually wanted to be alone. However, Othello was not a reader of minds so he didn't know she wanted him to leave. Instead he just sat there, thinking of something to say to keep the conversation going. He rolled his eyes. "You're not very exciting, you know that?" he said, sounding a bit frustrated.

Chiaki looked up at him, but said nothing.

"Why don't you say something?"

"Why did you come here?" she finally asked.

"I knew you could talk," he said sarcastically. He grinned. "I just came to check up on you. That's all."

"Well, I'm doing okay. Thank you.

"Well, that's good to hear," he said and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it. "Sorry if I bothered you from your cutting," he said with a grin. Chiaki's eyes widened. He had seen her? Did he see the knife? She turned to him, but just saw the door. Othello had already left.

Okay! Yes! Next chapter is up! Wow, that was a weird conversation between Othello and Chiaki. I was looking at this conversation and thinking 'Wow. Why did Othello even visit Chiaki if he was just going to say that?' Then, after I thought about it for a bit, I realized that it was kind of important for Othello to come visit Chiaki. I have a reason...I just need to throughly think about it some more, but when I have throughly thought about it I will definitely explain it in the next chapter.

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