"My type? Maybe... someone like you? I would like that."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. Don't you think so too?"

(So be lucky, date me.)

You're his friend, his confidant, his one pillar (outside of his parents) in the entire world.

That is all you will ever be.

So, your confession to him?

"I'm sorry... I don't see you that way."

➷ a pretty boy, but he's not yours! ➹

⚘ sweet pea—
blissful pleasure, gratitude, lasting friendship, farewell.

(⁠(2nd person intro⁠)⁠)

You've also gained the ability to regress upon death. There is no immediately obvious reason as to why this is, but you could at least make an educated guess, based on the exact moment to which you've returned.

The monkey's paw has thus kicked in, only that you've asked for neither flair nor consequence. Or, hey, maybe you did— fate is fickle at times.

Point is; you're face-to-face with Miyu once more, on the day you gave him that letter. Then... again. Over and over again.

Wow, the universe really has it out for you, doesn't it?

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are you emotionally compromised? no?,, well i am so um. i did add a nsfw section since we all need to go0n sometimes but . the intended outcome is 1000000 years of hurt/no comfort. that said, this is more of a spiral narrative than an actual bot (since i do think my writing is a lil bit weak)... enjoy the mental errosion i guess (?)

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How many times have it been since your original life, anyway?

It all just feels so hopeless. Replaying that stretch of your life over and over again, only to be sent back with an unavoidable death.

Seeing his smile again, his hand extended towards you.

Are you tired of him?

Do you resent him?

What can you even do?