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i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him
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Before she could get a word in to whoever was laying on that hill, she heard someone. It wasn't too far away, really, it even seemed to be on the same slope. So instead of continuing in her attempt at contact with the mysterious laying figure, she put her hand over her flashlight, and followed the voices.

And then, as she lay in the darkness like a cat in the night, she heard it all.

The two fellow students talking about the game.

The plan.

The attempt at "saving hundreds of lives".

...no. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO! If...If he does that he's going to...going to...KILL US. NO. YOU CAN'T. I'M...I'M STILL WAITING! IF....

Clio's hand clenched tight, so very very tight on the torch. It was feeling so...

This wasn't being a killer anymore. This wasn't playing her selfish little game. This was just for her survival now. If this kid even attempted it, it was an attempt against her life, her wellbeing, her slim attempt at trying to get off this island alive. If he wanted to end it all, just so...just so they could think towards the future and...no...no...NO.

Clio's usual anxious smile had vanished completely. Instead, it was replaced with a wide eyed show of terror. This wasn't supposed to happen.

And that was the first sign of what she knew, from years of therapy, was known as a relapse.

Soon, the flashlight was absent of the hand covering the globe, the gun was taken out of the bag, and, lodged in her left hand opposite her torch, she was suddenly a violently shaking, crying apparition who appeared out of nowhere.

"Wha-what are you...y-you want us to die here? You-you'd rather everyone we-we know to die? Ho-How can you say that?! How-how-HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU SAY THAT?! Y-Y-Y-NO!...You're not going to do it are you, really? You're just joking, right? R-Right? I...you..."

Clio finished her stammering to notice the other person on the scene. Turning her gun, she started to blurt out towards them.

"You-you're not going to do this, are you? Tell me, are you?...ARE YOU?"
I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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