It's been just a couple of days ago that I met the androgynous youth whom calls themselves Don.

  I remember when I first woke up, wondering who the stranger dressed in gray ragged clothes could be.

  Even so I can't deny that I've gotten quite attached to their weird antics and sense of humour. It feels almost as if I've known them for a lifetime, but that must be because of them being my creator and all.

  Sometimes they can cause quite a lot of trouble, making me worried for their safety. I wonder if they find it annoying and that I'm acting way too much like their guardian.

  Well... they haven't said anything about it yet, maybe I should ask about it?

  Somehow the things written in the book seem to really bug me.

  The story plays itself strangely in my head, making me want to know everything that's going to happen.

  Is this what Don feels too?

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  Is it just their feelings in my head?

  I'm their imagination... right?

  I'm not so sure anymore, they keep rejecting the idea for some reason I don't understand.

  And what all happened... back then with the train... I really don't understand.

  I mean, it's clear as day, right? That I am their imaginary friend.

  This is my meaning in life.

  To be a friend to them.

  I have to.

  My own personal feelings are non-existent... right?

  Goddammit, I wish someone could answer me about it.

  Someone other than Don.

  But that is simply impossible.

  I'm fake.

  I hate to say it, but it is the truth.

  I am not real.

  There is simply no way I could be.

  Every time I try to convince myself that I can feel a little bit of me break.

  Somehow... It just hurts.

  But I also know that nothing good comes from denying the truth.

  When we came to that house today I noticed Don having a difficult time with it. To be honest, they weren't the only one. I too found it quite difficult.

  Those people sleep forever in their bed together. In a way I feel happy for them.

  I hope they passed away before knowing what the future would hold.

  I was already half-afraid that we were going to have to solve a murder or something.

  Luckily that didn't happen.

  Now Don and I both walk together in the forest in the surrounding area enjoying the cold, but not too harsh weather. Walking somewhere, to a place, I have no knowledge of, but they seem to know where we are heading.