Katalri_105

QUP… When 105 reached the beach, the waves from Viridis’s parting were long gone. 105 sighed. Corvus’s claims that that this ‘Viridis’ wasn’t ‘plot-important’ didn’t seem to be holding up… 105 spotted a small boat to the side of a pier. It was ragged and worn, but it was still very much buoyant. On it, there was a sign that said ‘FREE’. 105 climbed into it, and started paddling. As 105 rowed out into the ocean, they felt a strange tugging sensation in their chest. As soon as it stated, as sharp tug tugged 105 off their boat. A strange voice came from the storm. “You shall not leave. At least in your current form.” Then 105 fell unconscious, at the mercy of the water.

105 just happened to look in the Kmart and saw him. It was just pure chance. ”Oh. You’re back again.” 105 was outside the mall, walking unhurriedly in the downpour. “Well, if that’s so, I’ll just keep following. It’s not like I have anything else to do. And he intrigues me, and a person like that doesn’t just appear every day.”

They knew he was in the Kmart, they saw him in the Lego section when they entered the mall. That was before he ran away. 105, absorbed in a Lego set with an outlandish price, did not notice his departure until too late. “Well,” 105 said, walking out of the Kmart, “He can’t have gone that far. This is an island we are on, after all. And that other person is looking over him too.”

“How convenient.” 105 said, entering the Kmart . “I was just in the need of some click pens…” After retrieving said click pens, 105 headed over to Viridis, still in the Lego sets.

105, not as bothered by the rain, slowly followed, noting Viridis’s speed.

“…remember to keep an eye on him…” 105 said to the spot Corvus was standing in. Without much more to do, 105 continued their walk into town, keeping an eye on Viridis. The rain was coming down heavier now, forcing the people below into shelters and into buildings. Viridis, if he was rational, would choose to do so too. If not, 105 would have more evidence of abnormality.

“Well,” 105 mused. “That’s why I’m watching it. Even though not ‘plot-relevant’, a differentiation in behaviour is something to observe. So I shall.”

105 turned to Corvus, rainwater dripping from their clothes. “That’s good. I wonder where he was going in such a hurry then… I’m going to keep following him…”

105 stopped. They didn't mean to be seen, they merely wanted to observe Viridis better. A sudden sprint for the outside was quite out of the ordinary.

Quince slowly followed, keeping her distance.

Back on the mountain’s ledge, 105 noticed a green spot moving quite quickly through the town. The sun had long creeped down into the sea, making it harder to make out the figure. Viridis? 105 thought. He didn’t seem like the type to do such a thing, but either way, it was a distraction from the people appearing out of thin air, so 105 started to walk back down the mountain, into town.

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All Too Fast Quick note: I started writing this last year, then forgot about it, and since my writing style has changed a lot since then, I’ve tried my best to write in it. The continuation starts around the beginning of paragraph five, though there are a few small edits before that. <><><><> Step, step, step. Pace, pace, pace. The voices bubble around me as I walked into the gates. Sounds of laughter, crying, happiness, sadness and everything in between filled the air as I walk in. Hello Treble. The teacher says, how are you? How are you, how are you, how are you. The question paralyses me. What would a normal person say? Fine. I’m fine. I mumble. I’ve done it. Spoken to someone in probably months. The teacher smiles and guides me over to another kid. We can put you in the advanced group. Half of the others can’t even form coherent sentences yet. The girl in front of me looks up from her hands and looks at me. Her yellow sunflower dress swishes as she turns around. Quinn, this is Treble. She will be your learning buddy. You should get to know each other. The teacher turns around and it’s suddenly just me and her. Me and her, me and her. I don’t say anything, and she doesn’t say anything back. I look at her. She looks back. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until the teacher comes back and takes us out of this infinite loop. _+_ This is Treble. She will be your learning buddy. You should get to know each other. Words come out of the teacher’s mouth, ones that I comprehend all too well. The child prodigy, able to speak complete sentences at only 12 months, perfectly bilingual at 2 and able to do grade 3 maths at preschool. Polite. Selfless. Perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything a parent could want. Now, looking at this other girl, all I see is competition. Another contender for top spot, best. No, that’s not what right. That’s what they want me to think. I want to say something, but the words don’t find me like they usually do. Eventually, the teacher comes, and I can finally breathe again. _+_ Who am I? The assignment scares me. It’s been three years of primary school; I should know by now. I am a burden, I write. No, that’s not right, they’ll know. They’ll know, they’ll know. Quinn. The name suddenly pops up into my head. She’s smart, she’ll know what to do. I tentatively look up from my paper and see her on the other side of the room, sitting alone, as always. I never talked to her that first day, or the next, or the next. We never really talked outside of school, and only for projects at that. While everyone else was making friends, I was making regrets. Why didn’t I talk to this person that time, why didn’t I take up that kid’s offer to sit together for lunch? Regret, regret, regret. Well, the present is the perfect time to start fixing them. So I walk over, paper and pencil in hand, and ask. Um, hello. You’re really smart. Can you help me with my assignment? Quinn looks at me, not speaking not moving. Yes. The answer surprises me, and I quickly sit down beside her. What do you need help with? I talked to someone. I Talked to Someone. I TALKED to someone! Suddenly, my all problems seemed to disappear. _+_ You’re really smart. Can you help me with my assignment? Pain floods my chest. Of course, she, and everybody else, sees me as just a smart person, nothing more. I bet she doesn’t even know my name. But I should I help her? Yes. The response surprises even myself. What do you need help with? Treble looks shocked, what did I do wrong? A deep gut-wrenching feeling feels my body. Fear. But not a second later, she smiles and holds out the sheet. Um, everything please! I laugh. She laughs. We both laugh. _+_ The fingerboard of the violin feels heavy in my hands, like the secret I have been keeping from Quinn. No one else knows, and she’s my closest friend too. So she should be the first to know, right? So she can help, right? Quinn? Silence. Yes? Deep breath. Something... Something happened... Tears, one by one. Drip, drip, drip. What? A gentle question through the emotion. Bass... he... he’s... not waking up... He usually does by now... but... he hasn’t... I-I... I... Please, help me. Please, find a solution to this impossible situation. _+_ Bass... he... he’s... not waking up... He usually does by now... but... he hasn’t... I-I... I... Another request. Another solution needed. Another impossible request. All I can do is spin more false promises and hope for the best. Like always. Like always. Like always. Who does she think I am? Some sort of miracle worker that can make everything better? Another untruth. Another reality of another timeline. White lies never hurt anyone, right? _+_ I’m sorry to say this, but his heart monitor flatlined this morning. There was nothing much we could do. We offer our condolences. These words... can’t be real. I know my comprehension has dropped along the years, but these words should make sense. No. There must be a mistake. They must have the wrong person... It doesn’t make sense... It just... doesn’t... Phone out. Contact called. Yes? Treble? You alright? No, no, no. Something is wrong. Really wrong. And I can’t do anything about it. And again, I find myself struggling to accept this reality. _+_ Something is wrong. Really wrong. And I can’t do anything about it. Well, what do you want me to do? Crack. Make it better somehow? Crack. I’m really sorry for that- PLEASE. PLEASE. You HAVE to have a solution... please... Crack. But... I don’t... know... what to do about that... Breath. In. Out. please... Sigh. I can’t take this anymore. Just try to get some rest; I know this must be hard on you. You’ll feel better after that, and we can talk later. Yeah... End call. Crack. I’m tired... Crack. of being there for people... Crack. Who only want me for one thing. Shatter. A thousand pieces, all around the floor. You can try to pick them up again, but the shards stab, almost like they don’t want to be put back together. _=_ “This Sunday, there has been a report of a missing girl, Quinn Vel, around 16 years of age. She was last seen at around 10am at the Riverbrook Public Library. For possible sightings or location, please contact xxx....” “So, this is who you were before coming here?” “Yes, I suppose it was.” “And how was it back there?” “I’d rather not talk about it, look to the future, as they say.” “And how does your future look?” “Brighter.”

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