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Raea
Legacy Name: Raea

The Blacklight Keeto

Age: 16 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 23rd, 2010

Adopted: 12 years, 3 weeks, 4 days ago

Adopted: May 18th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 3
   
• Strength: 9
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

you said it’s okay but it’s really not.

we are on opposite ends of the hallway. i turn to the person i am talking to even though i am not hearing a word they are saying about the latest math test or who just hooked up with who. i don’t know whether to look at you or not. at the last minute, i flick my eyes up and you, you let out a laugh that rings out free and curl your hand onto the arm of the person who’s walking next to you. you replaced me so easily.

once you dated a boy—one of my best friends, actually. you hurt him. a lot. i don’t think he’s over you yet, but you did seem to have that effect on boys. i forgive you for that. it’s not your fault. that’s not why i brought this up. but i remember one time walking to our class, and you said to me that the reason you liked him so much was because he was basically a boy version of me, and this warm feeling . you really liked me that much? but now i’m not so sure what the message was, because you ended our friendship just as easily as you ended your relationship with him. one click of a phone call.

where did we go wrong? you were like my sister, but we were so bad for each other, we both had too much darkness and anger in our souls, brewing. we lashed out at each other too much. i think we were too alike. both too proud, our heads held high, not gonna be the first one to talk to the other. i never wanted to apologize first, but right now i think i would do anything to get you to talk to me again.

it’s not that you’re mad, which is the worst part. if you were mad i could handle it. i would talk to you, make up with you. hopefully. but you’re not mad, it’s just that you don’t care that much about me anymore. you changed. i changed. we drifted. i remember a few months ago i was mad at you for some stupid little thing and you nearly cried trying to apologize. i think now if i was mad at you, you wouldn’t even notice.

we used to be best friends. we would hang out every week, we didn’t even question it. now we don’t talk. today this girl saw me and automatically said your name because we were always together, attached at the hip. i imagined growing old with you, shriveled vines curling around each other with time. good memories. summer between our teeths, taking photographs, sticking out our tongues and laughing at the world. now we don’t even talk.

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