Let me be, OK. Bye.
The Bipolar bear roared.
And then the girl who was standing before him dematerialized. He saw flesh and blood one moment, and then nothing the next.
He had made her disappear.
And now there was nothing he could do to get her back.
(Not that he wanted to get her back, not immediately. But in the days and weeks to come, he wanted to call out to her. Wanted to be kind. But she was not there. And his cries died out in the emptiness)
The Bipolar bear roared.
And then the girl who was standing before him dematerialized. He saw flesh and blood one moment, and then nothing the next.
He had made her disappear.
And now there was nothing he could do to get her back.
(Not that he wanted to get her back, not immediately. But in the days and weeks to come, he wanted to call out to her. Wanted to be kind. But she was not there. And his cries died out in the emptiness)
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