MEMORIES UPON MEMORIES
"I... suppose I should elaborate on how my relationship with Gatsby soured so quickly. It's a heavy topic for me, no doubt, but I feel it would be best to start with the grittier stuff before getting more light-hearted. It's the only way to keep me talking for longer, you see.
"The fling that Gatsby and I had was simply a tale of indulgence and then getting sick of what you had. I admire how similar he is to me, but we think too much alike. We started out heated, nearly over the moon with each other but never able to connect. We were both strongly opinionated, and at our young ages, we adored being prodigies in our own circles and watching the world around us suffer for our benefit. We were as mean as we could be, and together we seemed unstoppable.
"Our problem was that we never, not once, opened up to each other. I never even mentioned how I was an orphan like he was, and I didn't even realize that he had two younger pseudo-siblings, one of them being Maia of all people. I dated the girl, and he had the audacity to not mention her even once!
"Haha... We just kept... Lying to each other. By omission, evasion, or just telling the complete opposite about something or another. I remember hating the viscet in a slow, gradual way. If there's one time that I've ever held a grudge, then this was it. Gatsby was my grudge."
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"The fight that made me cut the relationship for good was when he visited my home. The fight started out minuscule, but it blew out of proportion because we just didn't know how to stop it between each other. The words that he said to me... And the words that I said to him.
"Only recently have I started to get back into contact with him, and only with Maia's urging. I can't help but feel a pang still whenever I hear his name. He's a sore spot for me still.
"Even with what we've done to each other, I can't harbor any ill will towards him because he's still too much like me for me to hate him anymore. Harsh edges and soft center in all.
"He's long since moved on. It's high time that I do the same.
"You know, I think that's quite enough for now. The only memories that seem to stand out to me right now are bad in nature, so I'll see about talking to you again. Possibly when I have something better to share with you."
"The proverbial stories in my life really can't be called as such. Day by day, there seems to be no rhyme or reason to what happens in my life since my life definitely doesn't feel like a story. Then again, maybe it is for all I know.
"I do have memories, though. Memories upon memories... Some make me want to shout out in joy or triumph despite my muted exterior, and some make me want to curl my claws into flesh. Still, I'm in a good mood today. Sharing an experience or two of mine isn't out of my league. Besides, you can keep a little secret? For me, at least."