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Notice:

I've decided to discontinue my 'When Words Meet Heartbeats: A No Kuni Collection' and my 'Violet Hill: A PMD3 Story', since I don't- and never will- have the motivation to continue them. I'm sorry to those that have read them, and have wanted me to continue; and for those that haven't read them, if you want to scan through, now's the time.

This chapter is a chapter that I ripped from my No Kuni Collection series. I've never done something like this before, and it makes me feel cheap, but I was too fond of this chapter to let it go.

Question: So, are you guys dressing up for Halloween? I'm going to school as a neko : 3

My Answer: And also, I hope and pray that everyone's okay! I know that Hurricane Sandy is hitting some people really hard.

Characters: I'll write that Cheren chapter in a bit; I tried to write it before, but it just wasn't flowing. : / For now, this is a Protagonist-centric drabble that…Hell, I explained it up there. Just look up.

Summary: Also, I've been playing more of White 2… I'm in Driftveil now. And, I'm sorry, but… I really don't love Hugh anymore. To me, he's like a Barry/Silver hybrid that I can't fawn over. At best he's a friend. Cheren, however… I really do love him, guys! I thought that I'd switch off of him and move on to the next bishie, which I usually do, but apparently not. Love him~~~~~ I named myself Mrs. Cheren in the Avenue.

Roles

What is it like to become a main character?

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It's like those last few seconds before sleep, when your body feels leaden with tiredness and there isn't a coherent thought in your head. Your breaths are

st-

stut-

stuttering

before falling into a steady rhythm, and you didn't mean to blink but you did and when your eyes open again you realize it's morning. And you try to remember what you dreamed of, but either you only remember part of it or it's only darkness. It's only fog.

Although for us, it wasn't like waking from the fog.

It was like waking into it.

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It's like being shipped away to boarding school and never being allowed to go back home. It's like stealing someone's name and being forced to live their life. It's like one day you're living in black and white, and the next day the world's in colour. Except it's not like that, not really, because those colours are bright enough to hurt your eyes and ithurtsithurtsithurtssodamnb adly and

sometimes I just wish we were all blind.

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I miss being no one. Things weren't easier back then, but they were a different kind of hard.

I miss not getting dirty looks, fearful glances. I miss not being stared at, whispered about. I miss not wondering why we're the ones being treated as pariah, even though we're supposed to be the most important pawns in this game.

{Because none of us know how to play chess, not really: we just fumble our way through and flip the board whenever we lose, scattering the bishops and knights and toppling those towers because we have to take it out on something, everything, anything.}

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All of this is something I can describe only in run-on sentences.

Proper ones always seem to cut me off.

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Some days, I dream of my mother. I dream of a house and suppertime and experiencing a Restart for the first time, watching as my surroundings flaked off in pixels.

I dream of laughter and teasing. I dream of friends and fights and forever, of gasping for air as we told secrets and grew older and thinking, We're safe, there's a one-in-a-million chance we'll get picked, we'll be okay.

I dream of seasons blending into each other, of heat turning into falling leaves turning into snowflakes turning into rain turning into me being picked, me being given an identity.

I wake into fog again

and again

and

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I just miss being myself, you know?

Now who I am is decided for me.