I wonder.

Why?

This word. When did it start haunting me? Every day I wake up, — again, and again — I find myself asking this question; voicing out this word.

“Why?”

Somedays, I wake up with tears clogging my vision. Other days, I feel melancholic. Yet I continue on, living my monotone life; …always in a world of pain. Red dyes my vision, somedays dark and somedays bright.

”Why?”

I’m tired of this word. Why do I keep asking of it? Just WHY?

Fear, betrayal, sadness, grief, …and relief? All these unknown feelings of mine — Can I even call them mine? — explode like a dam every time I come in contact with this word. An aged dam to be precise. A “Dam” older than what I can remember, A “Dam” that transcends this Cosmos.

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Then, why do I keep repeating this- this utterly horrendous word?

”WHY?”

Leave me alone. I suffer enough as is. Being forced to constantly watch over him, help him not remember who he is …nay, who “He” is, I almost curse my gifts. My very essence. Why did I have to be born like this? Why am I the one that was chosen?

No.

”WHY DID I NOT REJECT IT!?!”

JUS- …It’s rearing its head again. This word.

It has come to haunt me again.

It has come to haunt me again.

It has come to haunt me again.

It has come to haunt me again.

It has come to haunt me againIt has come to haunt me againIthascometohauntmeagain—

”AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—-”

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Tick. Tick. Tick.

The clock, as usual, continued to make its presence known.

Sigh. It’s going to start again any moment now. And I haven’t even prepared. Time to get to it.

”Will you do it?”

…this is where it started isn’t it.

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””It” huh. Wish I had rejected you back then.”