CHAPTER 21

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Again I'm so sorry for not posting too much. I'm really not having a good week.

SUNNY POV

I went from being depressed to being somewhat happy. I'm so glad that I have at least has one of his parents that are okay with him.
...
Speak up or shut the fuck up, Omori.
WHY DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?
Understand...what?
Well, music boy, Basil is just masking. He still is wallowing in his depression or shit because of your homophobic ass parents.
And?
...you know what, screw this. I just wanna see how this turns out.

BASIL'S POV

It's not helping. She's still terrorizing me.
I take out Sunny's knife.
How or why did I do this...no, I can't do this. Not again.
It wouldn't stop the suffering I've caused.
It would just make more.
But I should at least keep myself away from them. I lock my door.
All of these photos. Us having a good time. Just...living. Together.
I wish we could go back to that. Obviously, we can't. New memories aren't an option anymore.
"Basil, are you in there?" Sunny knocks the door.
"Go away. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"You're not hurting anyone, I'm just worried-"
"Sunny, I love you and I just don't think I should talk to anyone."
"Basil, I-"
"I SAID GO AWAY!"

...I just yelled at him.

"...You do know I have the key, right? Polly gave me one."
Sunny unlocks the door.
"Please don't do anything rash. Everything will be okay. Please stop worrying about my mom, okay?"
"Leave."
"I'm not leaving you."
Sunny slowly walks toward me and places his flower crown on my head. I haven't...wore this in a long time. It' still beautiful.
"Talk to me. You can tell me anything, everything."
That's when I broke down.
"Do you know how hard it is, t-to know that your parents hate me?"
"No...I...don't. I only have to deal with a little bit of harassment and stuff."
"Oh...right. Sorry."
"I-It's okay." He hugs me tight.
"T-Thank you. You've been the been the best person to help me with everything. I wish there was something I could do for you."
"You don't need to do anything."
"One, I took your eye, two, you made this amazing flower crown."
I put it on Sunny.
"God, I forgot how cute you are."
I flush pink.
"Sunny, you're so embarrassing!"
"I'm only stating facts. Hehe..."

It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. (Uh oh)
On days like these, it's a day to wake up and enjoy life. (no epic fight?)
"...Let's go hang out with everyone else, okay?"
"Okay."
I should stop worrying about her.
I should know best that words can't do much. Actions do more. In a good way and in a bad way.
"Sunny...why do you still care about me?" I ask.
"I care about you because you supported me when I wasn't there for you." Sunny smiles warmly.
"I took everything you loved. Your friends, your memories, your parents, even your eye. What you did was nothing."
"Yeah, great supporting I did, me beating the shit out of you in the bathroom."

"I-I guess..."
WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE SO PERFECT?
I'm sick of being useless while he supports me no matter what.
I don't know if I should smile or cry, with him always being there for me.
He uses too much energy on me. It's been burdening him and I.
What if he didn't need to worry about me?
What if...
"Basil, don't think those things. You're not a burden. You helped me up when I was down, so it's only fair as a friend to help you back. That's what friends are for, you even told me."
"You're a mindreader."
"Learned from Mari, and also you're pretty obvious..."
Get out of my head.
"No."
Well then never gonna-
"No."
Gi-
"Nada."
ve-"
"Not affirmative."
You-
"Zero."
Up-
"Zilch."

No, but actually can you stop? It's kinda creepy and...I think some things are best kept secret.
"Uh, okay. Let's go outside!"
"Hang on, I'll be in a sec." (Haha HANG ON)

I pick up his knife. I'm a hypocrite but I don't care.
How did Orchid do this...
*You remembered how to STAB.

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happy 4/20 ig

I feel depressed.

I don't know what to say here.


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