Promise me something, will you?
Someday, one day, I will ask you for one day. One day of your life, to be spent with me.
We will meet, and we will talk.
Well, I will talk.
I will tell you everything about me, and about all the things I’ve packed away inside my soul.
Silly stuff, like princesses and chocolates and what beauty beyond imagination really means.
But also that which can never ever be spoken under daylight.
My plan once was to let these fragments of myself distill into art, to be thoughtfully set before the world.
But that takes people who believe in you. I have nobody. I’ve alienated everyone. Because I alienate everyone.
So please, won’t you give me one day?
It won’t be hard.
You just need to listen.
And carry my memory, if I happen to die.