It took a while but I somehow managed to make it back to the terminal closest to the convention.

I still don't know where that thing went.

I wonder if anyone else has experienced anything similar.

I begin to walk out of the terminal.

There are advertisements all over the walls.

The bright designs are hurting my head.

I'm having a hard time even thinking straight.

The pain is pulsating in my head.

I keep imagining a worm wriggling in my brain.

It's making my stomach churn.

It takes me a while to get to the top because of my current condition.

I had to drag myself on the wall for support.

The cold wind hits my face as I reach the top.

Aah, this is why I hate going outside.

There are tall buildings all around me.

They are easily 10 times as high as the buildings where I live.

More than that, today is the day where I can see girls in anime clothing!

Those are two of my favorite things that are combined into one single day.

I look around and see hordes of girls in skimpy anime themed clothing.

This is the jackpot.

I take in the eye candy as I catch my breath from walking up the stairs.

I begin walking through the people.

It's hard because I take up so much sidewalk space.

I repeatedly need to apologize to random people because I keep running into them.

It seems like everyones having fun.

I wish i was with caitlin here.

Something about everyone being happier than me rubs me the wrong way.

Why am I stuck in this body with this life?

I can't help but tell myself that it's due to my own mistakes.

Somehow even though I'm aware it isn't justified, something fills me with rage any time I see someone happy.

I remember some time back, during a particularly dark time I had to take a hiatus from harem anime because I couldn't stomach seeing the MC happy.

People are now starting to avoid me because my face filled with rage was showing through.

I quickly hide my face and awkwardly go into a store to get away from the situation.

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There are racks and racks of manga.

I guess while I'm here I might as well look around.

I'm only interested in what's behind the 18+ curtain though.

I smirk while reading some new material.

Something under the 18+ curtain catches my attention.

I don't see anything that might seem off though.

All I see are people's legs walking on the street.

Wait?

One set of thighs are a little too familiar for some reason.

I rushed out of the store to see someone I had never seen before.

The woman was in cosplay and had purple long hair.

Although I didn't recognize her, it seems that she did.

She had a horrible look of disgust on her face like I was some kind of monster.

That face is too familiar.

I've seen it too many times to not recognize it.

“Abigale?”

Her face of disgust turns into fear.

She goes up to me and grabs my collar.

She pins me onto the wall.

Why can a woman who weighs half as much as me move me so easily?

“You better not tell anyone about this.” she says to try to intimidate me.

Her threats only excite me though, since I've been in this situation with her a few times in my dreams but for a different reason.

“What's so wrong with cosplaying?” I say to Abigail, trying to defuse the situation.

“Right,” she says aggressively.

I look behind her and lock eyes with another familiar face.

It's dave.

Dave looks very uncomfortable, even compared to me.

“Who would I even talk to about this?” I exclaimed.

“That's right, you have no friends.” she says with a smirk.

Is she mocking me?

Dave keeps darting his eyes back and forth between me and the ground.

It seems there is a deeper connection than just coworkers between them.

And what's more surprising, she likes cosplay!

That surprised me far more than her affair.

She was always the flirty type.

Just not towards me.

She drops me from her hold.

I slide down the brick wall.

My back grinds against it causing me pain.

I fell onto my butt finally sending a shock through my body.

I reel in the pain for a moment.

A woman half my size did all of this to my body.

I look down at my collar to view its unpresentable shape.

She blows a sigh of relief knowing I'm not a threat to her affair anymore.

Her gaze towards me turned from rage to disgust.

I used to see pity in her eyes when she looked at me.

Now all I can gather from her gaze is how she views me as a lost cause.

She probably sees me as someone who nobody would care if dead or alive.

Someone who has no impact on society.

I wish I didn't also believe it to be true.

She puts me down.

“That was so gross Dave. I think I lost my appetite touching it.” She says as though I'm not human.

This is the first time I have seen her act this way towards anyone.

Her eyes are now sparkling like Caitlins the other day.

The right man can change any woman I guess.

She looks towards me a final time.

The sparkle in her eyes die the moment our eyes meet.

She looks back at Dave which rejuvenates her eye sparkles.

“Let's go!” she says in a cute way towards Dave.

She walks away whilst glued to Dave's arm.

I'm currently sitting on the sidewalk against a wall after experiencing a traumatic event.

My shirt is in ruins and my hair is a mess.

Despair fills my heart as I realize how unimportant I am.

I stare at the sidewalk for what feels like an eternity.

A woman just walked all over me like I was nothing.

Usually i would think that was hot and sometimes it even happens in my dreams but this is different.

I vow to myself that I will never let myself be treated that way ever again.

I also vow that I will get that figure today, even if it kills me.