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You find yourself interrupting a conversation.
Normally, you would feel guilty about this. Even more so after those words spill from your mouth, and you force your friend to cancel the plans she had already made with the blank faced boy standing in front of the two of you. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you're so tired. All you want is a minute, really. A minute will be enough, if you could just actually talk to Them for once.
The back of a large, pink rectangle stands between you and him — the words that leave your mouth put into letters that only They can see. An aspect of this world that no one else can perceive. A shared secret between the two of you. The pink, bubbly aesthetic that serves as the prison bars around your existence.
As the conversation progresses, the text displayed on the box changes, each line of dialogue reversed from your perspective.
But pay little attention to it as you convince Yuri to go away so you can speak what's truly on your mind. Is this alright? Is this improper? You hope you're not scaring them away, or weirding them out. But the words spill from your mouth before you can properly analyze the consequences.
Unfortunately, this reality isn't so kind as to allow you to have your way. The rules of this world are still in play, after all. The love interest has left the stage, and all that remains is a side character. Someone relegated to the sidelines. The lights start to dim, the space around you slowly fading to nothing.
... But no matter how much you beg, nothing changes. The scene ends and the opportunity is gone forever.
Normally, you would feel guilty about this. Even more so after those words spill from your mouth, and you force your friend to cancel the plans she had already made with the blank faced boy standing in front of the two of you. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you're so tired. All you want is a minute, really. A minute will be enough, if you could just actually talk to Them for once.
The back of a large, pink rectangle stands between you and him — the words that leave your mouth put into letters that only They can see. An aspect of this world that no one else can perceive. A shared secret between the two of you. The pink, bubbly aesthetic that serves as the prison bars around your existence.
akinoM
"...iruY ,yeH"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
As the conversation progresses, the text displayed on the box changes, each line of dialogue reversed from your perspective.
But pay little attention to it as you convince Yuri to go away so you can speak what's truly on your mind. Is this alright? Is this improper? You hope you're not scaring them away, or weirding them out. But the words spill from your mouth before you can properly analyze the consequences.
Unfortunately, this reality isn't so kind as to allow you to have your way. The rules of this world are still in play, after all. The love interest has left the stage, and all that remains is a side character. Someone relegated to the sidelines. The lights start to dim, the space around you slowly fading to nothing.
akinoM
"!tey ton ,tiaW"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
akinoM
"!oN"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
akinoM
"!ti potS"
sgnitteS daoL evaS otuA pikS yrotsiH
... But no matter how much you beg, nothing changes. The scene ends and the opportunity is gone forever.