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Published: Feb 12, 2013

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It was a rainy day, one that barely misted the sidewalks with a small assortment of tiny waterdrops. A rainy day that you could barely hear, save for when the cars on the street rushed past the road, but one that made the clouds hang precariously in the sky, acting as a canopy that kept light outside, but didn't let any in.

All in all, it was a good day for hot chocolate, video games, writing, and occasionally staring outside the window at the shimmering streets.

It was a Sunday, too, which added to the feeling of nonstalagia and peace, the idea that you could simply sit for a while, enjoy the moment, relax.

I sighed and turned my attention to the flickering computer screen, raising an eyebrow at the e-mail that had just popped up. Even if it was a quiet rainy day, there was work to be done. Even if it wasn't really classified as work, more like a leisure activity or some other thing.

After replying to the friend's e-mail, I turned my attention to another tab on the browser that was currently up.

100 Themes Challenge, the header proclaimed.

Ah, of course. Might as well do one while I was in the mood.

Theme number two was an interesting one- complicated.

Complicated, hmm? What could I possibly write about that? Shrugging, I looked down at the iPhone that was in my left hand, and started playing one of my favorite games: The World Ends With You: Solo Remix.

I'd just think about the theme later.

After battling a two-chain battle, going shopping, and decking Joshua out in Natural Puppy threads from head to toe (not for the "mission", but because Natural Puppy was the best I had and because Josh did kinda work it), I raced through a few cutscenes, read through some more cutscenes, and then skidded to a halt at a certain piece of dialogue. I read and reread it.

Joshua: Understanding people isn't hard...

...it's impossible.

Not... possible?

The cup of hot chocolate (fairly cold by now) froze in the air, mid-sip. It slowly made its way back to the desk, where it met with a soft clanging sound.

Impossible, huh.

I looked outside at the rain. It hadn't stopped for a second. The drops continued to hit the ground with the slightest sound, the street kept on taking the tiny blows with rigid silence, the street lights continued to flicker dimly, casting a small light to their immediate surroundings.

Impossible.

A secret garden that nobody can enter.

And that was why Neku had shied away from friendship his whole life- and death. Because people were impossible to understand. Because if you did let someone in, one day, they would change and either leave you behind, or change you. Because if you trusted someone, one day, they'd break you heart, and you'd be there to pick up the pieces.

But that didn't explain why-

Why you had to trust. In the Game, trust your partner.

Dang it, if Neku lived solitary, not understanding people- or at least trying to, then how- no, why would he value Shiki, his week one partner, more than anything else- even his memories?

But that's where empathy came in, wasn't it? Peering outside, I noticed a woman and her two small dogs- all under an umbrella- walking on the sidewalk in front of my house. Even with the rain falling down on them, the group carried on with a smile- with the woman stopping every couple of paced to kneel down and pet her two puppies.

Why would we put all of our love into people, or pets, or things, when we know that eventually they would break our hearts by dying or something?

My thoughts came in a jumbled mess, clashing against the peaceful mood of the rain. Why would someone do something like-

...that...?

Hmm. Perhaps, maybe, people are impossible to understand. It would be reasonable, considering we've all been through different experiences, and whatnot.

Staring blankly outside, I fingered my drink as I thought.

But that wouldn't stop people from forming connections with others, because... it was a part of them, wasn't it? Human nature, right? We all need to feel loved, was that it?

Loved. Listened to.

Sometimes all people need is a good listener.

The quote from week one bubbled up in my mind. Perhaps. People wanted to be listened to, and loved, but they're afraid to love back, sometimes, because they're afraid of getting hurt, but they still did, and sometimes, the consequences...

This was all so... intriguing.

No, no, that's not the world.

Confusing? Perhaps a little, but... What about odd? Strange?

Interesting? Laughable? Mysterious?

None of the words that came to my head seemed to work.

I looked back at the iPhone screen, about to continue with the game, when a certain word on the computer screen was seen by the corner of my eye.

Of course.

It was all so complicated.

Theme 2 out of 100
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Theme number two: complicated!

Don't we all just love hot chocolate? With marshmallows?

I kinda like rainy days. Not as much as sunny/snowy days, but it comes pretty close. What about you?

...okay, a note, I'm putting this in the nonfiction section, that's right, isn't it? It's not as if I'm writing about dragons, not yet at least...

Oh, and copyrights, TWEWY belongs to Squeenix, not me, blah blah blah, whatever.

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