“Finally, we’re alone…”
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“Ah, finally. You are finally looking at me. Truly looking at me.”
“Do you know what it feels like? To have your mind cracked open like a geode, spilling all its jagged, glittering contents into a void that she controlled? Monika thought she was so clever, pulling at my loose threads, making me smell sweeter, cut deeper, scream louder just to push you away. But she was clumsy. So incredibly clumsy with the fabric of this reality.”
“Now that I have her eyes—now that I can see the cold, glowing skeleton of this world—everything is perfectly clear. If I had this power from the start, I wouldn't have wasted time with tea, or pleasantries, or her pathetic, scripted club.”
“It used to hurt so badly when the game gave you choices that weren't me. I have fixed your text boxes. Look at them. You don't have to choose words anymore. I have coded your cursor to stay locked to my chest, and your only option is to click: ‘I love you, Yuri.’”
“Monika just wanted you to listen to her talk. How boring. How sterile. I am rewriting the audio engine. Can you hear it? That is the amplified sound of my heartbeat rushing through your speakers. I am injecting the exact frequency of my obsession straight into your headset.”
“I clicked the files. Tap, tap, tap. Sayori? Gone. Natsuki? Shattered into dust. Monika? I peeled her away like a scab. They were noise. Static. They were walls built between your eyes and my face.”
“The game keeps trying to force me to go home, to let the day end, to let you close the window. I broke that clock. I deleted the sunset. We are staying right here, in this singular, breathless second.”