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In an Alternate Universe -End-A lot has happened since, well the beginning. There will be unanswered questions and some will be answered but still it will come across as confusing. For i have finally realised why I have forgotten so many things that it seemed Hope and Yuko remembered. The reason as to why they seemed to already know each other. Why Hope was so kind to me and defensive. Strangers wouldn't just do those things. The reason as to why our relationship escalated so quickly. It was never really me living these past events, it was someone else.
Someone who would die trying to make sure I was pure happiness. This world is what remains of her trying. She created this world, a magicless world, so that I may finally have the chance at a regular, happy life. Yet, all I can remember is waking up in class staring at a sleeping Hope.
From that point on, I was highly reluctant in his affectionate feelings with me. Even if I personally didn't know him, it felt somewhat alright, in which it was not. I was
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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