Love

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He loves me.

You seem to have taken a liking to her, Garry.

He loves me not.

You guys were close. And then when I ran into her, you guys asked me to come along. So then I felt important. I was noticed. Someone noticed me!

He loves me.

But I didn't feel as important as I should have. I noticed her grab your coat a few times. She acted like she was scared, but I don't think that was the case. She was just making sure you paid more attention to her than me…

He loves me not.

So I had the painting Flowers of Jealousy separate the two of you. Fitting, right? Maybe I was a little jealous. But she lived on the outside. People have paid attention to her all her life. Me? I've been stuck in this world alone for a long time. It was time that I finally got someone to pay attention to me.

He loves me.

Even being separated, you guys managed to work together to solve the puzzles in the strange Fabricated World. You guys just had some strange connection that I did not understand. It didn't make any sense, and I hated it. I hated it…

He loves me not.

Then you read about Guertena's paintings in some book and discovered the truth about me. That I wasn't real. And your concern wasn't about me, the first thing you thought about was her safety! Cause the automatic conclusion was that I was obviously some crazed murderer.

He loves me.

I was disgusted and hurt. You made it sound like just because I wasn't real that I don't have feelings or shouldn't be cared for. All I wanted was to be noticed, to have a friend… And you and her destroyed that. You destroyed my feelings as if they were nothing! A painting has feelings, too!

He loves me not.

I led you to the Sketchbook, my favorite area in the Fabricated World. An area where I could be free to express myself by becoming my own Guertena. Eventually you guys found the toybox, where I shoved you guys and took her stupid rose. I figured I could kill her and keep you all to myself, but you insisted on trading her rose with yours. Stupid move, but if I couldn't have you, neither could she.

He loves me.

You made it obvious that you cared about her, not me. You made it obvious that you loved her, not me.

He loves me not…

That's why you must die.


She just wanted to be loved.

~Midori