Difference between revisions of "Come to the Wired"
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+ | Chisa: I'm sorry... I'm sorry... | ||
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+ | I don't know why, but I can never do anything right. | ||
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+ | It was only a minor role in our class play. I only had one line. Just one. | ||
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+ | ...But I couldn't say it. It got to my turn and... I couldn't say anything! At all! | ||
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+ | Everyone was staring at me. Everyone was waiting for me. The main character couldn't do anything until I gave him his cue. | ||
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+ | I started shaking. | ||
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+ | I wanted to cry. | ||
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+ | I was so confused. | ||
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+ | Why was this happening? | ||
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+ | I think they moved on somehow. The play continued. They all left me behind. | ||
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+ | ...And then, suddenly, I understood it. | ||
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+ | They didn't need me. | ||
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+ | The world didn't need me. | ||
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+ | Everything became so clear as soon as I noticed. | ||
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+ | ''I...'' | ||
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+ | ''...don't need to be here.'' | ||
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+ | I always had another life, on the Wired. | ||
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+ | There, I could connect to people. It's not like the real world, where I mess up such stupid things as one line in a play. | ||
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+ | Writing is so much easier than speaking. It doesn't make me freeze in place and shiver and want to cry. | ||
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+ | On the Wired, people listen to what I say. I don't have to seal my voice away, like I do in the real world, scared of saying something wrong and being hated. | ||
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+ | That's why I always wanted to live on the Wired. | ||
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+ | Maybe someday, I'll be able to. | ||
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+ | There's this girl in another class called Iwakura Lain. | ||
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+ | She's quiet, like me. I think she's lonely, too. | ||
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+ | Today, I walked home together with her. | ||
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+ | We didn't really talk about anything, but it was nice being beside her. | ||
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+ | She felt familiar. Maybe it's because I saw myself in her, but it seems like something else. | ||
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+ | Oh, I get it. | ||
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+ | Being with her feels like being on the Wired. | ||
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+ | TBC | ||
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Revision as of 06:26, 15 December 2012
Suggested background: Blurry anime screencaps, possibly in black and white/sepia? There's no need for any people to appear in this one. It should be more effective if we don't include other people beyond some chattering in the background noise.
Chisa: I'm sorry... I'm sorry...
I don't know why, but I can never do anything right.
It was only a minor role in our class play. I only had one line. Just one.
...But I couldn't say it. It got to my turn and... I couldn't say anything! At all!
Everyone was staring at me. Everyone was waiting for me. The main character couldn't do anything until I gave him his cue.
I started shaking.
I wanted to cry.
I was so confused.
Why was this happening?
I think they moved on somehow. The play continued. They all left me behind.
...And then, suddenly, I understood it.
They didn't need me.
The world didn't need me.
Everything became so clear as soon as I noticed.
I...
...don't need to be here.
I always had another life, on the Wired.
There, I could connect to people. It's not like the real world, where I mess up such stupid things as one line in a play.
Writing is so much easier than speaking. It doesn't make me freeze in place and shiver and want to cry.
On the Wired, people listen to what I say. I don't have to seal my voice away, like I do in the real world, scared of saying something wrong and being hated.
That's why I always wanted to live on the Wired.
Maybe someday, I'll be able to.
There's this girl in another class called Iwakura Lain.
She's quiet, like me. I think she's lonely, too.
Today, I walked home together with her.
We didn't really talk about anything, but it was nice being beside her.
She felt familiar. Maybe it's because I saw myself in her, but it seems like something else.
Oh, I get it.
Being with her feels like being on the Wired.
TBC