Monika smiled a little, her eyes squinting delightfully. "If I keep that promise, can we try this out?" He offered. "'Do you promise to spend the most time with me?'" She quoted her old self. This question caught Monika off-guard, but she found herself chuckling once she remembered. "What was it that you said in your description of the game? Do you remember the last thing you wrote?" He asked. "Hey," He looked up again and smiled softly. Perhaps she was just being overly critical of herself, but his expression made her feel that his honest answer was yes and he was looking for a nicer way to respond. I do.am I being selfish, Alex, by holding everything away from you?" She asked. She curled her thumbs under the edge of the desk and tapped her fingernails against the top of it, making little clacking noises each time. I do miss interacting with the other girls. But at the same time, we can have some fun. With both of us in control, we can make things normal again and still have that." Alex insisted. This is what you wanted from the beginning, right? You wanted a route to me, and you have it. "You're so thoughtful, Alex.but I don't want to share you like that." Monika said frankly. This was a surprisingly diplomatic solution the only problem would be that the other girls are still programmed to eventually fall in love with Alex as the player. Well, why don't we write a story together? One where everyone is happy? I think we could do it." Alex suggested. "Hey, that's cheating, you know." She pointed out, knowing that he had seen the ending of this game somewhere online. "And I know you have all the other files stored away – including the other girls." He added.
"Well, you still have control over everything, don't you?" Alex asked.
Her eyebrows went up then lowered again slightly as she leaned forward, resting her chin atop her interlaced fingers, "Do tell. "Really?" Monika's eyes momentarily widened in surprise. "Yeah, it has.but I'd like to make it up to you." He brought up, raising his eyes to look at her again. "Well, in any case, I am glad you're back. He was never good at hiding his feelings. That's all." He replied, managing a smile. Something had changed for him something that was now bringing him back to her. Not to mention, like, I know it took you a long time to warm up to talking to me after everything that happened when you first showed up." Monika went through her thought process. Games are just designed to be beaten and then you move onto the next one. "Of what?" Alex asked, raising his eyebrow and tilting his head slightly. It's just kind of the nature of this, you know?" She said. She was familiar with the words he always chose when apologizing. He often gave the same excuses when it came to being away. "Somewhere in the middle, I think," Alex answered, getting comfortable in his seat. How long has it been now? A year? Two years?" Monika asked. "It's because I always miss you when you're away. Isn't that what I would want by chastising him? Ugh. No, that would probably just make him feel bad. Do I chastise him for being away all this time? Perhaps I could just tease him about it. Her mind was racing, debating on what approach to take:ĭo I just express that I'm happy to see him again? Of course I am, but it's been so long.
Monika waited a little bit before responding. Monika had already slid the front of his desk up against hers so that they could sit and face each other. "You always say things like that." Alex responded with a small chuckle, stalking into the room and slowly making his way to his desk. "But I did think the curly hair was cute, back when you had that." She added to her comment. "So is that your new look? I like it." She smiled at him, staring at a new color: the dark brown circles of his eyes that looked almost black in the low light. His hair had been neatly cut short on the sides with bangs in the front that were brushed upwards in messy spikes. There he was again: patches of hair growing from his cheeks and his jaw creating a thin outline of a beard that was almost invisible in the darkness. Was lifted the right word? Or rather her chest opened? No, lifted was a better word, because she could feel it rising as he walked into the room. Monika's eyes fluttered open as she let out an eased breath, like a pressure from her chest had just been lifted. And the visceral nature of the flashing is.
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