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[metamorphosing]

I was supposed to meet with Charles for dinner tonight, but he never showed. I came by his apartment, but there's no sign of him, and no answer when I called. It's not like him. His room is empty, except for the helmet I found there. That's it.

I think he's gone.

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[maiditoutalive]

ah
yes thats probably it
im sorry

[metamorphosing]

Thank you.

It's not fair. He was here for so long without me, and I just got here.

[maiditoutalive]

very little here is really fair
just like life
i know i dont need to tell you that
im sorry hes gone
maybe he will come back
sometimes people do
i did even if i cant recall what i did before

[metamorphosing]

That's what I hear. Sometimes, people come back.

I know life isn't fair. No matter where we are, no matter who we are. Fair doesn't really exist.