I thought Nozomi was cute and fun when I first met her. Now I find myself hating her. Because she's stealing my only friend. And yet—I still feel pulled toward Nozomi. She's given Komachi something I never could, no matter how hard I tried.
Hope.
She's revived Komachi's dream, breathed new life into it. I'm pulled toward her because I'm hoping she can do the same to me.
I thought she was cute until I heard her start talking about Pretty Cure and how she was part of it. It just proved my suspicions about her mental stability since that day in the library when she insisted a man had entered but none had. Nozomi is crazy and so are Rin and Urara. They insisted Komachi and I were perfect candidates for Pretty Cure. I didn't believe them and Komachi thought it was just a story they had read. But then, they swayed Komachi to their side.
I couldn't believe it when those three crazy girls crawled out of the sewers after those strange earthquakes and were followed by Komachi. Komachi was smiling and she began telling me that those three were right. That Pretty Cure was real and that she was part of it. I couldn't believe it. Komachi was a bit of a romantic but I didn't expect her to fall for this impossible lie hook, line, and sinker! Then they all asked me again to join. But I refused.
And now I find myself wanting to believe them. I can't believe it, but I'm wishing I hadn't said no. Because something in me knows, they're not lying at the same time I tell myself they are. How could they make this up? Nozomi and Urara I could understand believing it. But Rin? She wasn't the type of person to believe something like that. She's smart, sensible. Like me. Komachi I can imagine writing such a story but believing it to be fact? That was too much even for her. She was old enough to know that such things are impossible.
Yet…they believe. Really, all of them are too old for this. This is just a stupid, childish fantasy! It can't be true. It sounds like an anime, for goodness's sake! Only kindergarteners believe that they'll meet a talking cat who will help them transform into Sailor Moon. Of course they claim it's a magical, talking squirrel with a—what was it? Oh yes!—a Dream Collet.
This is insane. I know this to be true. I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. If I ever did. Because magic doesn't exist in this world.
Did I just say this world? As if other worlds exist? Where magic is possible, and spells and miracles happen all the time? Where good battles evil? I'm losing it. They're starting to convince me of that hogwash.
But…something in me seems to know that it's true. It can't be though. Who ever heard of such a thing? I mean a talking squirrel? Come on! Who's gonna fear a talking squirrel?! And they're claiming that something like that is the guardian of another world? Yeah, right.
I will never fall for that story. Look at my hair. Blue. The color of rationality. I am sane. I am logical. Sane and logical people don't believe in silly fantasies.
I want to believe them but…I don't believe in fairy tales.
