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Bennet had a happy life.

He would think about his past often, trying to ask others about his childhood friend. He remembers everything, maybe a little too well. He lived a good life with his friend. The two would walk around town, hand in hand, singing praises to the coffee shop workers for their coffee before high school. 

Bennet could sometimes directly see his past life. He didn't know why, but something welcomed him into seeing the untouchable past. He felt out of place there just watching his memories play out right in front of him. Never being seen, just there. Existing in a world in which he couldn't embrace. 

He once had long, wavy black hair. His friend had black hair too, but theirs was shorter, about shoulder length.  He learned to play the violin with his friend by his side. Their voice was a confidence boost, no matter what came out of their mouth. They sang him words of praise and musicals of encouragement. They and Bennet would play at the park, hand in hand as they swung on the swings. They created a world with their own imaginations, games of knights, princes, and bravery. No matter how many kids joined their games, the two were still together, hand in hand.

In middle school his friend snipped off his hair, leaving it shorter, right under the ears. His hair had turned a royal blue, and found himself with a handful of his friend, an eye full of tears given by acceptance, and the weight of the blanket fort all broken around them. The two didn't split up once, thanking luck for giving them the same classes. As time went on, luck not being as generous as before, but the two carried on, hand in hand, just as before.

High school was different for both, his hair now pink and longer than before. His new famous look was a small pink ponytail. His friend cut their hair two, Bennet really liked them more now. They had always looked beautiful, but now with them having a brighter face when they saw the mirror made his heart fly. Bennet now had a job and was thankful for his friend's care. His friend would bring him coffee and help him with his job. They never once worked there, nor did his friend want to. But Bennet's boss seemed to like them, so they gave his friend half his pay. Halloween grew closer and they once again made plans, talking about it constantly, not being able to focus, they were waiting for the order to arrive with their costumes. 

Bennet texted Riley, his lifelong friend, and asked if they wanted to hang out. They eagerly texted back, and that's what led them both to fate's arms. 

Riley was walking backwards, talking about how bad Bennet's teacher was.

Bennet's mind only froze as he noticed something get closer to Riley.

It was loud.

It was so,

So,

Loud.

He wasn't thinking.

He pushed Riley asi̶d̶e̶,̷ ̵a̴n̸d̶ ̸s̴u̵d̵d̴e̸n̵l̵y̸ ̵h̴e̴ ̵f̶e̵l̵t̷ ̶t̷h̶e̶ ̸w̵e̸i̶g̸h̸t̴ ̵o̸f̴ ̸t̴h̴e̶ ̷c̴a̷r̵ ̸c̵r̶u̶s̶h̴ ̸h̵i̵s̷ ̶b̶o̵d̸y̴.̸ ̶R̷e̸a̷ilt̴̼̳͘͝y̵̢̎ ̷̺̟̗̿̚w̵̛̼͒̀ǎ̸͍̲̏̒s̷͍̤͈̑̽ ̷̡̦̭̚f̸̨̽͛̿á̶̘̦͑̈́d̵͎̞̆̓i̸̤̦̎̏̏ṅ̷̪̗̠g̸̼͋ ̵͔̬̋̍ḩ̷̮͇̎è̵̳̥ ̵̘̯̇͜w̷̨̰͒ͅå̸̹̈́͠š̸̻̂ ̷̗̼͒͋͊g̵̼͎͚̀̉͒ȯ̵̠͈͍̈́̚i̵̤͔̇̎ṇ̸̭͙̀͋͘g̷̟͓̑ ̷̤̳̦̾ṫ̷̮͔̍ŏ̸͉͕͕̈ ̵̧͍̝̐d̶͉̑̋ȉ̴̞͌é̷̹̱̘ ̵̩̿̈́̇ḧ̷͓ē̷͎̦ ̴̟͂w̵̛͔̹̍a̸̱̙͒̂s̸̡̡̮͊̽ ̸͓̯̋g̶͙͈̎ŏ̸͈̤̣̑i̶̗̾̐n̶̟̺̜̏̈́ğ̵͎͂͠ ̷̙́̂̈́t̴̺͔̅͜o̵͔͗̅ ̷̱̊́d̸̩̰̖̓̐͘i̶͔̓͗e̵̼͎̳̔̈́̇ ̷͚͉̪͆̕h̸͚͆e̵͖̒̉͘ ̷̦̭͌̓̄w̴̙̠̮̐̍͘a̵͉̔͋s̶̖̓̌̒ ̶͚̬̥̏͊g̵̨̢̈́̔̓o̸̰̖̮͂͑͝i̸̤͠n̷̮̐̐g̷̨̓̂̆ ̸̭͛t̶̢̰͗̈́o̵͎͎̅̽ ̷̞͗͋d̴̡̰̄i̴͎̺͓̓e̸̫̣͐̆̕ ̶̑͗̔͜h̷̪̠͋e̶̼͇̥͛̀̀ ̸̫̠̗̆͂̊ẅ̴̭̞͔̊̆a̷̘͚͚̋͝š̷̫͚̮̑ ̶̧͉̦͆g̵̹͇͐ǫ̸̹̃͠i̶̙̮̘͂͂̌ņ̷̼̀͗g̶͛͜ ̶̢̬̉t̸͇͒̈́̕o̸͎͊̈́ ̶̻̺͆ď̶͍̹͂̈́ỉ̷̢̖͑͘e̴̺͖̕ ̴̪́h̵̡̘͙̄̂̒e̸̯͉͑͑ ̵̳̐ẁ̴̘̙̫͋͘ã̶̛̙͍̱̽s̵̙̣̰͂ ̷͚͛͌̎ģ̵̖́̒̚ó̵̰͘i̵̢̟̥̚n̷̡͝g̵̛̼̲̮̓́ ̴͖̓́̀t̷͒́͜o̵̭͐͆̈ ̷͔̻́͛̊ḍ̸̮͓̊͑̍ḭ̸̌̕͘e̴͖̹̳̔̎͂ ̴̢̤̯̀h̶̤͑͆ë̷̢̧̘́̈́̽ ̴̣̥̖̀w̵͇̓̊͐a ̶̨͕͖̘̳͉̩̍̚s̵͈̭͚̦̲̄̉͗̀̈͘ ̵̬̟̱̟́͐́̔̎̎̈g̴͖̽̋͂̃͘ȏ̷̲̓i̸͚͈̼̥͓̗̿̽͜ņ̸̣̬̬̝͕̑̍̌̒̃̄̓ǵ̷̣̟̗̹͋̇̾ ̸̳̳̖̟̭̪͌̀̈́̏̃͑ť̴̯̗̼̠̤̆͘ͅơ̵͔̿̑͝ ̵̩̲̰͛d̴̖͇̝̰͖͕͎͂͂̑͌͑̎̚ĭ̷̲e̶̱̞̅ ̵̡̤̬͚͇̎͑̀͂̑̕h̵͉̝͍̩̜̫̮̎̑́͘e̶̞͕̜̩͍̫͒͋̃͘ ̵̜̪̪͕́̌̓̈́͝ͅw̷̡̫̱̤̝̮̉͛ą̴̾̉̆̽̋͝s̴̛̝͕̼ ̶̛̹̜̼̠͆͊͊̊̀̀g̷̙̀͒͊̑̀̐o̶̲͙̝̣͒̈́î̴̪̗͊͑̈́n̸͍͑͗̇̕͘͝g̶̛̼͒́̕ ̴̭̼̥̳̙̩̞͂t̷̢͍̟́͒̌́͂͊͝ö̸̤́ ̴̛̛̥͛̾̅̅̓d̶͎͈̂̐̅͑̀̕͠i̵͉͒̀̾͆ȩ̴̺̎͠ ̴̝̒͌h̸̡̡̠̗̔̋̉̂̑̉ͅḛ̷̪̝̟̌̒͂̐̒̒̚͜ ̵̞̠̤̝̮̼̐́̈́́̿̊̇ẉ̶̼͎̣̒̋̆̒͊͝ḁ̷̧̯̣̟̳͎͑̿͗̎̍̎̈́s̴̢̘͎̻̲̟̐͂̽ ̴̩̬̗̫̭̫̪̊̎͌͊͠͠ĝ̵̱͚͌̈́͛ǫ̸̧̗̖͇̬̓̎ī̴̮̱̬̾̾͠͝ǹ̸̳̜̺̖͂̊g̷̢̲̝̖̘̭͌̓̍͠ ̴̡̺̫̻͚͛t̸͖͔̓̓̕ò̷̦̣̈͐̕ ̸̗̞͉̇͑̐̄ḏ̶̩̪̲̤̭͖̎̑̋͛̈́͝i̵̢̧̫͉̥̺͐͐̈̑͒̓̌e̸̩͔̺̘̊̆͆̓̉́͒ ̵̤͒̓̄̈́̍͠ẖ̶̏̐ȇ̷̪̼̤̯̻̭̭̕ ̴̼͚̙̝̤̍̎̚w̷̟͉̥̦͎̓̏̇̕̕͠a̵̢̲̝̜͋̇̅͘s̸̨̠̰͎̪̰͐͊͑͌̊̇̀͜ ̵̯͇̣̜͉͕̒͗͐̕g̶̻͐͊͘ỏ̸̰͎̗̲̪͕͊̍̍͗͆͘͜i̵̗̹̪̙̘͌̑̚̚n̴̮̅̒͋͑g̸̫͆̉̕̚͝ ̷̨̱͎̠̩̇ẗ̸͙̪̞́̅͋̕̚o̴͔͖̽̏̀̋ ̷͎́̋́̒͠͠͠d̸̘͉̹̘́̎̍į̶̶̞͉̺͔̲̘͍̼͔̔̾̊̃̎͆̒͠͠ȩ̵̫̼̬͉͉̱̮̫̩͎͑͂͝ ̸͎̖̰̘̥͖͋̄̀͂͛͆͌͑̍͜͠͝h̷̝͕̹̜̝̤̖̪̟͈̱̍̈̀́̓̈́̒̔̏̾̆̚̚e̴̛̙͚̥̮̬͚̟͕̞̜̫̳͗͌̾̓̇̊̔́͋̆̌̕͜ ̵̧͉̼͔͔̀̍̅ẃ̸̢̩͈̼̥̱͓͉̙͐͌̉̓̍̐á̶͓̳̗̝̟̖̜̯̙͚̰̹̲̇̎̽ͅs̴̞͎̪̹̣̍͒͛ ̵̗̯̫̪͓̀̅͑̊ǵ̷̮̭̩̮͙͊͐̌̈́͋͋̒̾̇̀͛́̇̇ṍ̶̡̨̰̰̥̖͇͍̹̩̳̯̊̇͗͗̓̏̅͂̃̽̽͌͐̽i̷̦̤͚̮͒̅͜ͅn̸̺̼̘͔͖̤̺̦̠̞̙͗̈́̓̓g̴̠͚͖͓̀̽̏͆͝ ̷̢͈͖͍̟̖͖̠̻̼͍͔̼̺́t̶̢̡̨͕̜̫̗̜͖̩̤͚̹̗̿́̿͗̍̀͜ͅo̶͍̽̐̽̇̑̌̍̚ ̷̡̣̤̤̗̞͗͊ď̴̲̩̯̍͛̄̇̃͂͠ǐ̶̛̜̞̼̜̲̹̳̀̈́̑͛̔́̅͗́͑͌͗͜͠ͅe̴̛̯̬̖͈͓̎̆́͂̿̅̅̚͜͝ ̶̰̦̥͔͓͕̤̬̺͇̖͕͑͋͜h̸̢̧̨͈̮͈͙͇̟͈̠̭̜͓̍͛̓͋̄́̀̄̚̕ę̸̡̹͎̬̯̟̰̬̠͚͖͓́͂̇̈́̂̈́̇̒͌͛̔̒̕͠ͅ ̷͔̬̗͕̜̳̺̬̈́͊̌́̃͂̈́̾̈̃͒̓̔͜w̵̡̝̫͚̓̽̆̾̏̔̆̒̑̎̾͗̋a̵̲̥͖̜͉̻̺͕̰̔̅̇͒̉ͅs̴̡̧̼͇̲͙̜̩̝̥̠̻̫̀̂̾͆̃̌͋̚͘̚͠ ̴̧̥͖͕̞͋̔̔͆͐ģ̶̧̮̭̳̼̓̀͒̅̽̋̇́̐̅̑̊͊̃̓̽ȏ̵̰̰͐̉͐͋̒̓̀į̶̜̲̖͚̙̲̩̤͋̊̑͠n̶̨̬͉̠̱͚̎͐̈́̓̂̌̑̇̾͑̅͛͛͐͠͝ͅͅġ̴̖͍̆̄̍́̏̒̈̀͝ ̸̡̢̹̭̪̼̺͇̥̹̺̼̬̊͠ͅţ̶̳̻͒͋͑̏̅̔̊̾͌͋͊̀̓̈͋͘͜͜ơ̷̝̜̗̜̙̘͇͚̾̓̀͛́̿̈̇̀́͜͝͝ͅ ̶̡̠̜͙̩̦̑̄ͅd̸̨̧̦̘̳̦͎̹͎̘͖̺̋̉͜͠ỉ̶̡̖͌̈́̀͒́e̵̠̯͚͓͕̼̓̏̓̃͌̋͂͜ ̵̣͖̟̬̤̼̬͓̜̖̜̬̤̮̇͘ͅͅh̷̗̫̳̩͓̣̔̊̌̓̂̈̈́̾̓͘̚ȩ̴͙̮̱͍͎̗̻̺͈̽̀͆̍̐̀͊͊́̂͜͠͠ ̵̭̜̝̳̣̄̉͋̾̿̓͊̇̇̄̚ẅ̴̼̼͈́̒͐̌̃̽̍̂͊̔̍͆̔ä̷͓̫̘͕͚̑̈́̍̀̃̊͐̂̿͆̕͘s̷̢̡̛̭̞̳̝̩̼̱̗̟͍̝̓̈́̋̈́̆̊̈́̔͌̌̋͌̈́̈͠ ̵͇͎͈͔̀̒̇͌͋͋̿̈́̇̾̉̈́̊͝g̸̙̫̳̩͙̩̣̳̮̙͚̱̀̃̈́o̴̡̨̥̟̹̳͚͍̤̣͔̦͓͉̳̪͆̆̃̍͑í̶͖̘̦̩̫͚̙̬n̶̡̧̗̹̥̭̂͗͋͒̇̊̒̈́̕ǧ̶̨̻̣̼̹̦̲̤̻̭̻̝̒̀̃̂̍͋̊̄̕ ̴̨̢̮̹̪̼͖̻͒͋͒͛ţ̶̨̨̝̘̜̩̯̩͙͎̬̫͋̀͑̈̓̅̓̋͜ö̷̢̡̜̰̭͚̼͈̘͙̦̝́̑̇̒͠ ̴̭̰͕̉͊̀ḑ̴̨̺͚̤̯̦̼͇̞͛̇́̾̏̾̇̈͑̚i̴̧̢̞̠̳̞̬̭̲͎̳̣̅͑̂̽́̍e̴̢̛̛̝̰̠̪̣̘͆̈̈́̽̃͂̋̈́͘̚͜͝ ̷͈͔͖̱̠͈̅̅̓̂̇̉̅́̚ͅh̶̢̡̡̞͎̰̝̯͙̬̰͉͍̟͍̩̅͌̈́e̸̡̼̺̩͓͖͇̥̖͉̲̾̍́̎͐̍̿ ̴̩̟͕̖͉͕̞̦͇̱̰̟̣̊̑͋͑̂͌̍̍͆̕͜͝w̸̫̹͗͐̍͒̎̐͌̇̎̀̔̉̕͝͝ȧ̶̮̲̺̬̬͈͓̜̘͔̈́͗ś̸̨̢̪̦̲̦̦̯̦̖͍̮͚͚̑́̎̆̾̄̌͌͋̚͜͜ ̷̭͕̖͖̺̫͖̦̗̘̞̘̑̓̓̄̀̈́̓̅͗̓͆̿͝͝͠ͅǵ̷̨̨̳̥̲̮̠͔́̍͜ȍ̸̢̢̡͉̬̬͕͙̗̻̥̱̱̩̼͗͌̿̾̍͗̈́̑͐̂͘̚͝͝i̴̢̡̭̟̭̪̞̥͙̪̬̒̈́͒̔͑ͅņ̴̛̣͉̰͖̬̥̻̰̭̠̫͎͊͝ǧ̷̢̛̻͎̲̳͖͍̫̮̻̈́̍͋͆̇̃̿́̔͂͋͛̿͝ ̶̬̣̙̍̃́͛̍̐̑̃̚t̷͋̃͜͜o̷̙͉̜̲̙͕̺̭͙͐̎̽̽̀̔̈́͂̈́͗ͅ ̵̢̡̜̬̯̦͍͈̤̘̾̄̀͊d̷̡̛̹̫̰̼̟͒͌́̽͋̀́̋͋i̶̮̪̲͗̌̒̐͜e̶͈͑̽̽̊́̃̔̚ ̶̛̩͉̝̝̝͓̯̗͙̙̀̋̿̀̎͐͜ͅḩ̸͚̓ę̵͍̟͕͖͍̫̼̻̬̝̍̂͂́̎̉̓͌̾̈́̆̊̀͛͘͝ͅ ̵̛̛̖w̸̨̢̺͓̼̺̙̟̪̱͚͂̓̓͒̈́̾̆͑́́͒̍̀̈́̎̓͜͜͜ḁ̶͇̠̣̻̥̿́͆͌̂̂̌͗ş̶̩͍̭̈́̈̊ ̷͚͛̑̐̄̈́̈͋̈͑͂̋̕g̵̜̯̃o̶̧̨̢̝͓̭̭͎͓͙̳̱̤̘̮̎͛̏̈́̋̔̿͌́͒̅̾̊̂̊ͅĭ̴̼̮͚̮͍͈̣̮̤̲̆̓̀̈́̏̓͌̈̉̾͑̏̔̚͠ͅn̶͔̤͔̭̹͔̥͇̣̉̓͑̂̐̐̔͋̓̃̕͜͝g̷̘͖͙̤͔͓̙̞̖͈͇̊̏͆̈́̃͛͆̇͌̂̄̈́͐̕͜͝ ̷̜͐̎̀̊̈̈͛͋̎ͅt̸̤̺̿̆̏̽́̽͒̈́̽̈͂o̵͖̾͝ ̶̜͖̫̍̒̐̓̋͂͘͘͘d̶̛̺̪̖̞̿̋̏̀̓̍̑̌͑̋̏̊̕i̵̢̯̹̬͍̤̾͒̈́͑̾̿̄́̿̋͆̓͝͝e̷̡̥̥̹̩͚̍͋́͒

Bennet snapped himself from his thoughts. An unknown pain broke throughout their body. He was confused. Nothing in his life would have caused this, Bennet had a happy life, a life he spent with his best friend.

He wondered what happened to Riley.