Chapter 0200


    “Chocte?” rke spoke with his mouth stillpletely full, so much so that it was barely


    understandable. I imagine he had at least three full choctes in his mouth at once with the way he


    was struggling to chew as well. I simply chuckled at him before taking one of the caramel ones out


    and hesitating before popping it in my mouth.


    Thest time I had chocte was with Lewis… Thinking back, it might not seem like much now,


    but… although far and few in between, every good thing that happened at the pce was due to


    Lewis. He always tried to bring a smile to my face even though he knew how bad things were.


    “It’s typical isn’t it?..” I chuckled swallowing the delicious chocte and yfully rolling my eyes. “I


    get tortured on live television and get yelled at for it…” I grabbed another chocte and again in


    humor scoffed at the sight. “You get mauled by a single wolf and you get fancy choctes. I mean,


    Where’s my treat? At this stage I should basically have a parade dedicated to me or something.” He


    chuckled at my attempt of humor before looking at me smiling, he swallowed his own chocte


    then addressed my sentence.


    “Honestly, you can joke all you want, but I’d be very surprised if you don’t have one made for you?


    From what I gather, there are a lot of people who admire the hell out of you. You’re the talk of the


    town, as the saying goes.” Great, that was thest thing I wanted to hear. I just didn’t understand


    why people fawned all over me, I was just a victim, forced into a life I didn’t ask for and a life I didn’t


    want.


    “Oh yeah, what games would people y exactly? Pin the silver rod on the forearm? I’m sure that


    would be a crowed pleaser. Maybe a pi?ata would be more urate, that’s what the king ultimately


    saw me as.” I didn’t mean to bring the tone down so drastically, I was just really confused with


    everything, and rke was not helping in the slightest.


    “Stop hiding behind dark humor. Although, I do love a good party game.” I couldn’t help but chuckle


    again, we always did have banter between us, even if it was mostly at my expense.


    “Why is it, every time I see you, you make me out to be this beloved celebrity or something.” His


    eyebrows raised at me before he put his choctes down, his facial features screamed nothing but


    humorous skepticism.


    “You kind of are.” I sighed and broke eye contact quickly. We were going off of the subject and


    veering into an argument. “For someone as well spoken and clever as you, you really are oblivious


    sometimes. Your words are powerful, you are so sure on your views that you end up influencing


    everyone every time you open your mouth.”


    It didn’t really matter what he said, I’d never look at myself and see anything more than a blight to


    the world. I might’ve have held some sort of influence over people, but every time I spoke, someone


    always got hurt, I was done voicing my opinions.


    “I’m self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can’t be helped.” I swallowed thickly before


    reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to


    change the subject quickly. “Anyway, I’m not here to talk about how shitty my life is…” I held out the


    white paper and smiled slightly.


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