Lame traffic earring- part four

We locked eyes, if only for a fleeting moment.

You- you're- you're really here.

Right?

I really couldn't believe it. 

Tears welled in my eyes

as I thought about everything that had gone on.

Well duh, I'm always here. 

Why are you crying?

He told me, walking over.

Why are you acting so normal?

You were dead yesterday.

You've been dead for days.

You're number three, you live in the Hell of Mirrors!

Fine, who am I?

I was sure this would catch him off guard, there's no way he's actually the real him.

You're Ko-

I can't hear him say my name. 

Even though I'm the one that told him to.

You, you can't possibly be real. 

Can you?

You can't possibly be the one that died.

I thought you were gone.

For real this time.

Futaba

VA

13 years old

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