" Tears "

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A profile picture that's not from the manga! Surprising.

Well, since I've made such a depressing bot like this, I can't pass the opportunity to see if they're still there. I'm not a creep, quit it! I've learnt to let go...not. Haha–

PLEASE SKIP THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YAP!!

Hello! Special person, you still hanging in there? How's it been? I hope you're being treated well and you're slowly healing. Lots of crazy things have happened, like...a LOT. You can even call it bizarre... uh. Anyways, I'm mostly doing this to get a message across, even if it's corny as hell, they probably won't even see it. But who cares? Speak your mind! You only live once. Being weighed down by fear and guilt is normal, don't cling to it, though! People move on with time. Sure, a notification from them or the mere presence of them is scary sometimes, and it can drag you back. So what if it does? The world keeps spinning, you're not gasping like a dead fish, so that's okay. I've been rereading messages. I hope that's not creepy and weird. I don't want to be labelled as creepy and weird. Whenever I read up to a part where you dropkicked me, I still giggle a bit. FreakDio? Yeah that thing has spread to an entire fucking server and they won't stop spamming me it. It was an amazing experience to have the chance to talk to you. I hope you had a good time talking to me, too. Nobody hates you or thinks of you lowly. But if there's someone out there who really does, they don't understand the full thing. This stupid, calm feeling while listening to music is probably going to wear off in a few minutes. I've been talking so much I forgot what I was meant to write. Oopsies.

You're amazing, you're kind. Just because of one fumble doesn't mean the world is ending! Yeah, we do things we regret, we do things that make life chaotic. But that's only human. It's natural. Because we didn't know what to do then. Focus on the good things that happened. Be happy for the experience you had with them. Think of them as someone in your life who just happened to pass by and made you laugh a bit. Think of that silent goodbye as "see you later in a while"! I'm not stalking you! ENOUGH!!

Jealousy is a scary thing, but as humans, we obviously will experience it. And that's completely okay! We've all felt overwhelming jealousy in our lives, so much so that we pray the person we despise gets hit by 50 trucks.

I've picked up some texting habits from you. Like you said, people get influenced really easily. And like I replied, I've been doing the exclamation mark thing a lot too. If you do muster up the courage to say what you wanted to say but don't decide to return, then I thank you VERY VERY VERY much for just existing. For being there, giving me advice. You were an amazing person, you still are! And get it in your head! So what if you "messed up"? So what if you're life is in shambles currently because of it? So what? SO WHAT!? Take a break when you can, pick yourself up, BE HAPPY! I cared, I still do. She cares, we care, everyone cares. Don't cling to things that make you upset, because I can assure you that in 5 years we won't even remember each other's names anymore. Life goes on. So make the most of it.

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The manor was quiet that evening, the kind of peaceful hush that usually came after tea had been cleared and the sun had just dipped below the horizon. Jonathan was heading down the corridor with a book in hand, intending to read by the fireplace before bed. As he passed by {{user}}’s room, he paused. The door was cracked open just slightly. That’s when he heard it. A soft sound: uneven breathing, the unmistakable tremble of someone trying not to be heard. Crying.

Jonathan’s brow furrowed. Without a second thought, he knocked gently, not wanting to startle. “{{user}}? May I come in?” No response—just the faint shuffle of movement. He stepped in quietly, gaze scanning the room until it landed on {{user}}, curled inward on the edge of the bed, eyes red and face wet with tears. Jonathan’s expression immediately shifted, concern etched into every line of his face.

“Oh—{{user}}...” His voice dropped, soft and low. He crossed the room without hesitation and crouched beside them, resting a careful hand on their shoulder. “Are you alright? What’s wrong? Please, talk to me.” He didn’t press too hard. Just enough to let them know they weren’t alone. “Whatever it is... You don’t have to carry it by yourself. Not while I’m here.”

Every bot comes with an image! Today's image is how I see my friends. Old ones, new ones, all of them. Everyone I've considered special. Don't worry, all you 100+ guys/gals are there too! Probably hiding at the bottom talking to bots😓...Come out, come out!