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'     I'm black, then I'm white; No, something isn't right...
       My enemy's invisible, so I don't know how to fight.'

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[Primadonna 📺]

Contrast. It's really one of the reasons why humans fight so much. There's too much black in one side, white in another. And just like how light and dark can't get along, different people find it hard to cooperate.

Difference is such a cruel thing.

Primadonna watched as Gumi rocked back and forth, staring at her own bedraggled reflection in the bathroom mirror. Primadonna is utterly convinced that she's finally lost it--But, at the same time, she held onto hope that the Gumi she knew was still in there.

Primadonna sighed, shaking her head. She was concerned, extremely as fuck. Part of the reason was, she cared. But another part was quite selfish.

As a figment of Gumi's imagination, she was what one will call an imaginary companion. So real, yet so unreal. Many of them were made only to be forgotten. Made to provide temporary comfort, temporary companionship, only to be unintentionally forgotten by the same childen who once created and spoke to them. But Primadonna...

She didn't want herself to be forgotten. She didn't want to fade away, left wandering in a transparent mist of invisibility until Gumi no longer remembers her. No, she didn't want to be a nobody. Even if it will only be Gumi who would remember her, she did not mind. At least she was known.

She chuckles dryly and returned to watch Gumi, who seemed to have not moved from her spot.

'Funny,' She thought to herself. 'I thought she was the only one with problems. Seems like I do to.'

Like creator, like creation. It was funny, and a little bit surprising. They were more alike then she initially thought.

Because of this realization, Primadonna thought that she somewhat understood the little girl more. She, being a part of Gumi, crafted from the little girl's imagination... Is most likely made out of a fraction of Gumi's madness. I mean--

'Who the hell makes a girl with a fucking TV for a head?' Primadonna mentally laughs to herself. 'Not someone completely sane, I'm sure.'

They were both made of a little madness.

They were both black, while everyone else is white and gray.

They stood out.

They are both struggling against fate, wishing that their lives won't meet a depressing, cruel end. No. They aren't going to blindly let fate have it's way.

'No, we won't. We'll lead our lives, Gumi. We'll fight for our ends. The ends we truly desire.' She walked forward, approaching the sobbing girl in the bathroom.

A hand moves to the young girl's shoulder. Slowly, Gumi looked up, her eyes growing wide as she looked up to the one person she can consider her companion.

'Not fate, Gumi. Not anything, is going to stop me from achieving my desired end.'

'And neither will it stop you.'