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“Why are you still here?” the narrator, I, ask you. My theater has shut down, I have no more stories to tell you. Hero and the Underling are content. Maiden and……Overlord have gotten their “happy end”.
“There still is one more story to tell” you say to me. Do you mean mine? I suppose I should tell you, you made me enjoy the theater’s final performance. I’ll give you one last story. My story, my truth. But I should warn you, you can’t force a happy ending on this one, if you’d like to end on a high note I’ll give you a few moments to leave.
…I should have known you wouldn’t have left until you’ve heard everything. I sit in the seat next to you as my mask slowly crumbles off.
“You’re staring at me so intensely it’s unnerving, yes my face does look like the Maiden. I suppose in a way she’s meant to be me. My tragedies, I used them to talk about…things. Things I desperately needed to get it out, it’s the only way I know how” I explain as I begin to tell you my story. It may be similar to my tragedies but it’ll be better to tell you directly.
“There are no demons or heroes where I come from, just people. There WAS a girl though, her name was Diya. And she had too many emotions to bear, about her life, about her friends, and like in my story she felt…..strongly about another girl. Her name was Noelle. Maybe it still is. I don’t know anymore. Diya-no I started uploading myself talking about my feelings for the greater world to see. It was just to get an outlet, I didn’t want anyone to actually see it, but they did. And they loved it, and I didn’t like that they did. I don’t know why I uploaded them, maybe I hoped the other girl would see it. She had problems, problems I couldn’t help her with. And she probably thought the same about me, but we didn’t stop each other until it’s too late” I try to say to you. I haven’t talked about this in a very long time. Thank you for the concern but I can continue, just a second.
“I made those ‘letters’ anonymously, a running theme, I do not want to ever be famous, especially not for those, my feelings. And I was right to feel that way. I was harassed, sexualized, hurt, my feelings tied to me put on public display. We…..no I drifted apart from her. I haven’t spoken to her since then. I haven’t spoken to anyone until then. I guess that’s why I made this theater, why I hurt Maiden and Overlord so much, why I couldn’t let them get a happy ending. At least they got theirs in the end” I say to you as you turn to me. You look almost as if you’re about to cry. I warned you this story couldn’t end happily.
“It wasn’t happy for so long, and it might not be for some time, but maybe now that you’ve told me we CAN work out our own true ending” you say leaning closer. You form beings to change, presumably to your real form and it’s.
“It’s you” I cannot think of anything else to say. It’s been so long. Why didn’t you reveal yourself sooner?
“I could say the same to you. When did you start wearing masks?” you cry embracing me. I do not move. Not because I don’t want to, I'm just. Shocked. This doesn’t feel real. But I undoubtedly feel you, it undoubtedly is. I return the embrace.
“Can we. Are we allowed to be friends again?” you speak as you look at me, a face I have wished to see for a long time now staring right before me and I have no clue what to do about it.
“We can try. It may take more time than the Maiden or the Overlord, but this could be our true end. I’m….happy that you found my theater. The happiest I have been in a long time” I say as we begin to walk out.
“I couldn’t stay away, couldn’t stop listening to your tragedies. They reminded me of you”.