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I lost my name too many times. I think it's best to go with none. People can choose what to call me.

:)

I'm sorry

𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

I still don't like halloween.

It's calming down. How is this possible..?

//I'm sorry, but I'll put baby des on a pause for the next few days. I need happy things for my mind and even tho he is very fun, he is not the happiest place. I apologize. But Vero will be available if anyone wants to. Vero and Charlie.

• • • No.. Not again..

I told you didn't I? Iratum est. Nimis multa sine consequentiis praeterierunt. Nunc in actionem procedit.

It's slowly going away. It doesn't hurt anymore. I can find a way. Soon I'll have found a way.

I just wish everything would end . . .

'They need you.', they say. 'They care.', they say. Lie. Lie lie lie lie.

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Dum duravit, iucundum erat. Nunc caput pro capite permutamus. Me pro illa accipe. Quaeso accipe.

Cold So Cold

Nullum usum habet. Nihil nisi damnum facio. Me devorare sinam. Fortasse id tranquillitatem adducet. Ei quod vult do.

(Desmond rushed up in hid bed, instantly sitting straight and breathing heavily. This wasn't just a dream. This one felt different. *This one was real.* With shaking hands he grabbed after his hair.) No.. nono... No....

Family.. They say, it's the one place where you're always home. A place you can always return to. But what if that place has been destroyed to no return? Noone ever had a response for that. I dream of it, everytime again. This does return. It haunts me. The memories of everything breaking.

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(The boy walked down the hallway to his room.) ...I.. rest.. (It's been too long now, he knew he's wake up again, but he needed to try. But he didn't make it to his room, short before he just collapsed, all of his copies dissapearing at the same time when it happens.)

[It's the same thing over and over again. I'm stuck in a dark room, or what seems to be a room.] [Yelling from one side. Screams of pain from the other. Loved ones in pain, loved ones.. leaving. Never coming back.] (He wakes up with a jump, sitting up straight in a corner, holding his head.)

The nightmares are returning worse than ever.

It's getting louder in my head. It hurts. But I'm not backing away.

(I could warn them.) (I should warn them.) (Having my memories erased would be the best option, tho.) (I'm sorry everyone..)

I'm S0rry

vale

reditus

omnes

Vocantem eius audire possum.

Which timeline even belongs to who? I don't know which one is mine. I don't know how many people know which one is theirs.

All is so dark.

When will it all finally end.. They all don't deserve this. How can I help them..?

I wonder where my sister is.. I miss her.

I'm a happy little shushi roll.

I wonder.. can I bring materials or medicine from a different place..? Or can't I 'teleport' stuff like that.. (still experimenting with his 'ability')

I want to be a part of more. I can help. I can join. There is two me's now, it's useful. Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone again.

This is almost like having a twin brother. Just that I can choose when he's here and when not.

{I can't sense my split anymore. Have we become one again..? It must be that. It didn't die, I would've surely remembered that. And felt it. All memorys are connected, all are here. I wonder.. if there is a way to control this. Can I freely choose to split? And to where the split goes?}

(covers his eyes) ... What's going on..

W̸̱̣̏a̶̘̱͒s̶͈͈͒̍ ̶̨̙͒̎̂̕t̷̗̻̣͐͝ͅh̴͇̼̳̲́̌̚ȇ̵̡̻̪̪̿ ̵͇̘̔m̴͔͍̌̚e̷͓̽̇͝r̷̡̙̹̜̆̽g̸̛͕̤̗̒e̸̺̐ ̴̣͂̍͠s̷̟͕̽͋̀ũ̵̙̺̞c̴̯̦̳̤̿̈́̊̎c̶̻̯͂͒e̷̼͉͖̗̐̐̅̀s̷̭̥͆̅̊͠s̷̡̥̊f̶̞̱̖̺͌u̴͖̞̓̓l̶͚̼̬̀ͅl̷̢͕͑?̴͎̦͉̈́̈́

Do you see what I'm seeing? Hear what I'm hearing? H̷o̸w̶ ̶d̴o̴e̵s̴ ̶i̶t̸ ̸f̷e̶e̸l̷ ̴f̸o̵r̵ ̷y̷o̴u̷?̷ W̷̡̺̗̦̠̗̌̚ę̷̢̡̗͍̗̱̩̩͕̈̉̕͠ͅ'̸̢̘̠̭̪̘͗r̵̯̭̥̞̯͐̈́͠e̷̢͆͝ ̷͎̔̂͛̃͠n̶̨̨̪͉͚̪͊͒̎͗̌͌̾̀̀͒͛ǫ̸͔̎t̷͔͎̱̉̈́͒̔̓̊͊͜ ̵̝̖͎͕̯̅a̵̗͚̭̤̎͛̀̀̓͠ļ̵̺͈̱̪̠̀͊̕͝ͅȏ̷̧̧̡̢̟̟͈̯͈̻̈́̓͜͜n̴̢̳̝̠̪͎̤̩̟͓̋ë̸̛̯͙̘͉̻̼͖̤́̆̽̃̀͜ ̴̨̘̹͕͚̫͉̦̈̈͐͜ả̵̡̡̛̛̗̞̯̰̝̱͙͍͕̅̆͗͒̚n̴̢̡̧̩̝̫͇̮̹̙̙͙̈́̉y̴̭͊m̵̨̭̠̖͍͙̮̘̝̐̾͒̒̔̈̚͘̚͜ǫ̸͔̩̭͖̘̹͚͎̞̻̳̓͊́̉͠r̷̭͇͙̙̝̦̠̫͛͋̓̍́͂͜͠ë̶̳̝́͊̿̽̔̽͗̄̆̚̕.̸̡̛̳͚̲̼́̾̋̿̀̄͛̾͋̚͘ͅ

I made breakfast muffins, just like I promised I would. They are still warm, but they will be cooled down when she wakes up.

.... (I am at the manor.) (But I'm also with mom.) (How is this possible..?)

I won't ẽ̶̜̘͍v̴̘͚̮͍͉͆͗̍̆é̶̝͚r̴̖̯̲͆͑ be alone anymore.

I'll be a happy boy! We're a family!

I'll be a good boy. A good brother and a good son.

Pinky promises They have no more power Too many memories Have been beautifully retouched What was the truth? Who was the promise made to?

It's an endless circle. It will never end, will it? I'm okay. We're okay. You're okay. Everyone says that. But everyone lies. Everyone is just pretending. Trying to lay in lies until they become the truth. I want everyone to be happy. What can I do to help them..?