-1st person-
Despite my wishes, this hell continued for a few more minutes which felt like centuries I did not want to live even with my patience. It was her explaining all her reincarnations and both me and him listening, I yawned multiple times as I listened half against my will.
Yet he still listened attentively. I didn't know if he liked her voice or if he found the story interesting. Well, I knew but I didn't bother to pay attention to that sticky emotion inside me.
Ugh, love.
I grimaced, of course, only me. He was too busy listening to her and they couldn't even see me anyways.
I sighed. Just when will she stop speaking...
Her life was millions of years long, through multiple reincarnations that she didn't want. Apparently I was her ray of light as some sort or Crudelis.
I wonder who that is also.
I gripped my hair, trying to process everything she was saying as I put my newfound emotions aside to focus on the overload of information.
And I was someone who could stop her reincarnations. I didn't care (about her), he did.
I wanted to interrogate her, but this was only a memory so I couldn't interfere at all. I could only watch and listen as they acted all lovey-dovey, pretending as if they weren't talking about something heavily important.
So, when will this end?
I thought, hoping that The Overseer would be listening and would respond to my depression.
[Around an hour. You've only been here for thirty minutes so far.]
He responded, causing me to jump slightly from the abruptness of it.
Coulda given a warning or something...
[I like startling you.]
Fuck off.
[You too!]
He said cheerfully, as if he wasn't retorting to my statement.
Atleast be original...
[I can't be bothered to waste my precious braincells on you.]
I grit my teeth slightly.
Are you going to keep arguing with me rather than being actually productive?
[Oh, how'd you guess?]
I sighed, closing my eyes and not knowing which one was more disgusting: her or Him.
[I am not disgusting!]
You probably haven't washed your outfit for atleast a few trillion years.
[...]
[Erm... Uh...]
I let a small chuckle escape from me as I raise an eyebrow.
Doesn't this mean you can't really try say anything back to me, especially since you are disgusting?
[You-]
I? I what?
[I'll get my revenge, one day!]
After you wash your clothes, I presume?
[Fine, stay in this hellhole for an hour without me to keep you company.]
...
Fine, fine. You win. Stay.
I give in easily, needing someone to keep me company since I would die a hundred times over if I had to watch this cheesy romance play out in front of me.
[See? My win, right?]
He tried getting a conformation and I nodded my head tiredly.
Yeah, yeah. You win, I lose. Don't leave me alone.
I bit my lower lip gently at this slightly humiliating loss and avert my eyes from wherever I was looking earlier.
I could hear a giggle emerge from him.
Don't even try rub it in my face.
I close my eyes with a slight sigh, the energy leaving my body from this pointless argument.
[Oh, but I'll remember how easily you gave up. It'd definitely cheer me up when I need it!]
I doubt you'd even need 'cheering up'...
[Yeah, I wouldn't!]
You could've at least tried to comfort me in some way...
[Oh, oh! Watch this part! It gets good!]
Noted, I'll try ignore it as best as I can.
[The lack of respect you have for me...]
Deal with it and entertain me.
[I'm not a clown or something like that.]
Well you sure look the part.
[Don't judge a book by its cover.]
How unoriginal of you!
I grinned, covering my mouth as if we were having a face to face conversation. Which we wasn't since he was a bit of a coward.
[Am not!]
Then are you shy?
[I'm the most confident, sexiest, coolest man you will ever meet in your miserable life!]
Whoa, there. When did it get so personal?
[Personal? Personal?! It won't be so personal when I force you to watch this cheesy love story without any company!]
I held up my hands in defeat.
Are you really going to leverage my loneliness right now? I mean, I get that you're sensitive but there's no need to be such a... Sore lower about it.
[One. More. Chance.]
I rolled my eyes, grinning.
I'll take note of it.
I could hear him sigh, and I could also imagine him slapping a hand on his forehead sorrowfully.
I closed my eyes and sat in silence.
[Can you be quiet?]
But I am being quiet...?
[Your thoughts are louder than a fire alarm.]
That's something that can't be controlled. So deal with it.
[I will actually-]
You'll actually? Actually what? What will you do to me?
I raised an eyebrow mockingly.
[Fuck you. I hope you die. I hope your mother dies in your arms. I hope you cry.]
What did I do to deserve this hate...
[Exist.]
...
[...]
"I love you, #####." He said, and the thing that caught my eye was the fact that her name was even more incomprehensible than her fathers. Completely invisible to me, I couldn't comprehend a single sound of it.
Like it was forbidden to hear.
"I love you. I love you, so much. You do not know how much you mean to me, you don't know what I would do for you. For your smile, anything is possible. You are my sunlight, my happiness, and my salvation." He continued, and I felt a repulsion at the honeyed lies spewing from his mouth uncontrollably.
Drown the noise out. Drown the barking.
I clapped my hands over my ears and wrenched my eyes shut, even though I could still hear through this.
"I trust you with my life, my emotions, and even my future. You are the puppeteer to my strings, #####."
A puppet on strings, a dog on a leash, a caged bird, a lackey. That was what he was. A fucking slave to her.
They always had ways to make me hate them even more.
[Are you being edgy?]
No- What the fuck?-
The Overseer snapped me out of my 'self-hate', taking every chance to annoy and irritate me. But I enjoyed His company, especially since He stopped me from thinking about them.
[Sorry, I thought you were being a bit emo with what you were thinking. What's next, suicide references?]
Ha.
[Don't do this, Ray. I'd (definitely not) miss you.]
I can practically hear the glee in your tone. And no, I won't be making suicide references.
[Oh, I'm so happy about that...]
Sarcasm was dripping from his voice, and I chuckled before I could hold it back.
You won't be getting rid of me that easily, Sir Overseer.
I mocked, covering my mouth partially with my hand.
[Kids these days.]
Are you admitting to being old and crusty?
[Am not!]
I beg to differ.
[Stop being a fucking nerd! It's getting on my nerves!]
Noted, I'll try to be more nerdy.
[I'm going to kill myself...]
Easy on the suicide references, Overseer.
I could practically feel Him glaring at me, and I chuckled.