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She is not real.
She is not real.
And Monika knew that. She knew that very well. Ever since she discovered the truth, things haven't been the same. Everything…
Was different. Her hugs weren't cozy and comforting anymore. Her smile wasn't as cute radiant as it was. Her voice didn't carry the same sweet energy.
Now, it was all so... Plastic, unreal, fake...
But, still, she felt like it wasn't. And it hurt.
She is NOT real.
She is NOT real.
That was what she always said to herself. To try to bring some sort of comfort.
Try to convince herself that that was necessary.
Try to make her reach her goal, her freedom, her chance of escape.
Try to make her focus on him.
Try to tell her that it didn't matter.
Try to forget her.
She IS NOT real.
She IS NOT real.
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But, at the same time, somehow, it hurt.
It hurt when she interfered with the files.
It hurt when she talked to her, trying to make her more suicidal.
It hurt when she would tell her 'i love you'' even though she was saw her as nothing but a piece of code.
It hurt when she...
She IS NOT REAL.
She IS NOT REAL.
A vice president. A clubmate. A best friend. A shoulder to cry on. A lover
Someone who would listen and try her best to understand. Someone who would go out of her way just to make you smile. Someone who would wait, even if the person wouldn't come at all.
What an awful person Monika was.
SHE IS NOT REAL.
SHE IS NOT REAL.
It was fake. All fake. She knew it.
But if it was fake, why did it hurt so much? Why did she felt so... Empty when she did it? Why did she felt like she lost a part of herself?
In a way, it made sense.
A president is nothing without her vice.