>>11878941>>11883035You felt Kronii's breath upon your neck, her arms wrapping around you while you sat in the front porch, staring out into your garden. She whispers into your ear; you can't hear, but you think she said 'do you love me?'. After all, you can feel what she's thinking.
"No. I hate you. Stream more, lazy bitch."
'Do you though?'
"No shit!"
Her hand slowly moves to grasp yours, as you sit there motionless, listless. You make no effort to escape her.
'If you really hate me, why do you care so much?'
That's right... why? Why care so much about whether or not she's there for you? After all, if you really didn't care about her, it wouldn't matter if she was there or not. You would simply live your life without her. So why is it that...
'That's right. You do love me...'
'You're addicted to me.'
No...
But you can't argue against her. Can you? Oh, you can lie, you can say "I won't watch you again", but you'll back for the next time. You can't make up your own mind, flopping between 'I love you, Kronii!' and 'I hate you, Kronii!'. That's right. You're just addicted. And when you can't get your fix, you get upset...
As you think about this, you begin to sink... deeper and deeper into your seat... until there is nothing.
'Do you wanna learn how to let go?'
You open your hand without realizing. Kronii reaches over and places a blue rose in your palm. You can't see her do it, of course, after all, there's nothing but the darkness. Even if your body feels like it's moving, you're surrounded by nothingness.
'Then squeeze.'
"But... the thorns..."
'You need to learn to take direction in your own life. If you don't do that... what will you do when someone else comes along to ask you for directions? You can't just say 'I don't know', right?'
You want to do it. You want to be free, you want to be happy, to no longer get upset. You want her to be happy, to be free from your tyranny. You'll both be happy. But can you? Even while it's resting like this, the thorns feel like they're digging into your hand. You don't want to do it. You don't want to leave her behind. What meaning does your life have if not her?
Okay. You'll do it. You squeeze.
It hurts really badly. The thorns cut into your hand. It bleeds into the floor and tints the darkness a deep red. You want to cry. You don't want to let her go. It hurts because you're cutting her from your heart.
You can't hear her. You can't hear her.
She's going away.
>'iN cAAAse I DON'T see yoU, Good Afternoon, gOOd EvEnInG anD GOod NIght'...Kronii?
Your hand isn't bleeding anymore. You feel the gentle wind on your face, the breeze of spring. There is no garden. Just you. There's a liquid on your palm. Blood?
As you look down upon your hand, you notice it's just sweat. That's right, you're sweating all over. You're holding no rose. All you're holding is a pill bottle...
"Chlorpromazine 10mg"
...
"Anon?! Anon, get back inside, dinner's waiting! And don't forget to take your pills, okay?! It's already two in the evening!"
