Ronin embraces my

body into a loving

hug.

I don't hug back,

thinking this has to

be my imagination.

"Is it really you?"

I inquire, pushing

him away as my

face

wrinkle in disgust.

"It is. Are you

MAD about what

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you saw at the

cafeteria?"

"Mmm….maybe a

little. Maybe a lot.

You bastard!" I

burst into a fit

of laughter.

Ronin has been like

a drug, making me

forget all of things

that broke me

until now.

"She's all game.

Do you recall?"

I eerily watch

Ronin talk,

knowing

that he's

not lying.

He just has a funny

and distorted way

of destruction.

Or maybe another

word for it, is

tricking

others.