Bwah

Instructions

thingy i drew Also their new canon designs Yayyyyy Ami’s POV: We were preparing for the wedding. All was going well. I had proposed to Chan a few months ago, and she accepted. However, lately, she seemed… off. I have been more perceptive of people’s emotions recently. I have come to realize that I have gained slowly gained emotions over the course of everything, yet I remain stoic and seemingly unfeeling. The doctors said if I gained emotions I would die, but perhaps gaining them through being surrounded by people who love me regardless for who I am filled me with love as well, in a non-lethal way. And the love I felt for Chan was very strong. After finishing up with the preparations I was assigned, I began to look for her. Eventually, I found her sitting on a bench in the garden next to the building where we were to be wed. She looked very deep in thought. Ami: Chan. Chan jolted, and then looked at me, shocked. Clearly she didn’t hear me come into the garden. Chan: Oh, Ami. Hey. Ami: You’ve been… distant lately. Chan: yeah. Ami: … Chan: … Ami: Is something wrong? Did… I do something wrong? I said, my voice as stoic as ever, but my heart not as such. Chan: …No, you did nothing wrong. Ami: Is there someone else? Chan: Of course not! You’re the only one who holds my heart, Ami. Ami: Then what is it? Chan: Ami… look. You’re fourteen. Ami: When we met, yes. But I’m fifteen now. Chan: And I’m in my twenties. It was then that I realized where this conversation was going. Ami: …no… Chan: I’m sorry. Chan: I should have rejected your proposal. Ami: you… you can’t… Chan: Ami, look. You deserve to be with people in your age range. You deserve better than this. I do love you, but it’s because I love you that I’m breaking up with you. It just won’t work out. Ami: But you can’t! We… we were going to be married… My face stood still. My voice was monotone. But I was in hysterics. Yet I did not win the argument. The wedding was called off the following day. Chan decided to return to her timeline for good, only coming back to this one for emergencies. Her club went with his. S gave me a look of pity as she followed N and Y into the portal, and Chan tried to speak with me, but I brushed her hand away and stormed off. That was the last I saw of her. Over the next few months, I moved back into GT’s place, reclaiming my old room that I stopped living in when I moved in with Chan. Yet all the relationship drama the Messy Nonet had going on led me to leave the house often for some peace and quiet. The day was February 14th. It was late at night, and I headed to the pub I usually went to read my book in peace. Very few people went, which meant the place was usually quiet. But not today. By the time I realized some idiotic teenagers were holding a rave party with a ridiculous amount of people inside the tiny pub, I was already inside and the exit was blocked off by various people partying about. I huffed and plopped down at the bar, ordering a drink and trying to read my book but failing to actually focus with all the noise. Not being able to focus on my book brought me back to reality with all my thoughts, and that wasn’t great. Everyone seems to have it all figured out except me, huh? Sigh… ???: Well, look who it is! I turned around to see the person I least expected to see. Breeze: Wow, I haven’t seen you in like… forever. Your hair’s shorter. While most things in this world seemed to be constantly changing, Breeze never really did. Aside from the yandere fangirl thing, of course. Ami: Breeze. Breeze: Geez, you look depressed. Still sad about the wedding? Breeze was also very blunt, something that came off as very annoying to me. What was more annoying is that she could always tell how I felt whether I showed it or not, something not even Chan or GT or even Ray ever could do. Ami: what, were you on the guest list? Breeze: of course I was!!! I sighed. Ami: of COURSE you were. Breeze: hey, keep your head up. Things get better! Ami: Better?! It was mainly through that relationship that I developed feelings. A sense of purpose. Now that Chan’s left, I’m not sure I have that purpose anymore. I slammed my face on the table and sighed, my frustration evident despite my unchanging face. Breeze: I know what it’s like. Ami: huh? I said, my head still on the table, but shifted from face down to on the side. Breeze: not having a purpose, I mean. I was just some lab accident who never even met the scientists who made me. So when I found out about the magical girls and Mon and her friends and everyone else, I started obsessing over them, HARD. I just really wanted something to exist for, y’know? And they just looked so cool… but, eventually I got over all that stuff once I really got to know them and stuff. Ami: …So? What’s your purpose now? Breeze: don’t really have one. Ami: how can you be so casual about that…?! If one has no purpose, what’s the point of their existence?