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I know. Just .... keep doing that.

[ A pause, then: ]

John was not my 8oyfriend. Well, he sort of was. 8ut he also wasn't. It's 8ullshit, is what it is. Are you sure you want to know?

If you want to talk about it.

[He'd listen anyway, and it's not as if she doesn't know more of his secrets than anyone not an instructor.]

[ There is a delay of a minute or two before she sends him a flurry of texts. ]

01
I guess we sort of had a thing, at one point. Looking 8ack, all the stuff that seemed so important at the time just ended up 8eing insignificant in the long run.

02
He was one of the only people that would listen to me and not just instantly write me off. And I really liked th8t a8out him. I actually asked him on a d8, haha. What an idiot.

03
You already know my set of universes has weird rules a8out death. The John who belonged to the alpha timeline never died and stayed dead, and I did not see him for a long time after my own death.

04
8ut I ran into another version of him. A doomed version, that had died early on in his session. His timeline split off from the alpha, and 8ecame irrelevant. That version of John had never met me.

05
We d8ed for a little while, yes. 8ut it did not work out. We stayed friendly up until he was killed. Dou8le killed, which means permanently gone.

06
I did meet alpha timeline John again l8r. We hung out a 8unch of times. At first it was gr8, 8ut .... the more he got to know me, the less he decided he liked me, I guess.

07
I thought we were good friends. 8ut I was wrong. He said I was dangerous. Too dangerous to 8e 8rought 8ack from the dead. I am pretty sure he h8s me now.

08
So that's the deal with this "boy of mine."

Edited 2014-06-27 10:19 (UTC)

[The story gives him pause; a lot of it, he'd need a diagram to follow. And it's not like he doesn't know well enough that she's done horrific things. Dangerous; too dangerous to be brought back? Well, ex-lovers can be cruel; he knows that as well. But they can also be correct.]

01
To be honest, everything I hear about your world confuses me more and more. But I'm so sorry, Vriska. That it had to go like that.

02
It's difficult to be thrown over like that. For something essential that you are. And even if the reasons are good, it's not very fair.

[He knows a bit about seeing someone you love die, too. But he can't help picturing her in his school uniform, screaming graphic abuse in a corridor. Not his finest hour.]

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