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"Huh? This is new" the boy said, looking around him at the beautiful scenery, a field of soft grass beneath him, a beautiful oak casting shadows over him, the sound of water rushing through a lake.
"Well, i guess it's a good thing, you must have been getting tired of the old scenery, and i don't imagine the cold floor must have been nice" the boy sat down, leaning on his hands.
"Today was good, you know...the twins are calmer lately, the new kids are adjusting well, camp as a whole seems happy, content. You seem happy too."
He glanced over, looking at the dead body besides him, it looked the same as always, beaten and bruised, a thin line of blood running down its mouth.
The boy flopped down, staring at it's unmoving face, eyes unblinking. "You are happy, right? It's weird, usually your sad or angry, i guess something good must have happened.
The boy's smile fell, turning away from the cold, bloody corps besides him, staining the soft grass in red, tainting it. "You know...i really hate you." He said, his tone normal, like he was discussing the weather.
Behind him a laugh rang out, sharp and mocking, the corps sat up, sighing. "So that got your attention?"
The boy continued, unfazed. "I've come to terms with the fact that I'm gonna die, I've known since i was 6..but why did it come at the cost of everyone i love? You hurt them all, and for what? Some twisted sense of justice?"
The boy sounded accusatory now, which only made the corps chuckle harder. "Don't pretend to be all high and mighty, what would your precious loved ones think, if they knew your so called love for them was fake, that every interaction was a lie?" The corps drawled, mockingly.
"Your wrong." The boy shouted, turning around to face the lifeless body. "I love them, i care for them-"
"do you? No. You want to love them, knowing you aren't capable of that, everything you do, a desperate attempt to turn those lies into truth, knowing it never will be" it's eyes were cold now, staring at him with disgust.
The boy gritted his teeth, turning away. "Why?..why can't i? I want to love them. So why can't i? Nothing works, despite everything i do....I can't feel anything. Why can't i feel anything?" The boy's voice broke, raw desperation clinging to every word.
"We can't escape fate, you know that. Still, you try to escape it all, to build a world untouched by the fates, but as much as you try, you know it's all lies, in the end, all roads will lead back to this moment, to our end."
The corpse quieted down, leaving the shaking boy to his own thoughts.
After a while, the boy looked back down, staring at his, now completely still body, lying there like it never moved. He frowned, taking in every single detail, every single thing he hated.
The boy watched in disgust as his blood continued to stain the beautiful grass tainting it with his filth.
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