H̸̢̟͙̺̦͎̘̳͇̄̑͛e̶̢̩̫̭͕̎͑͌̌͊̎̉͑̐͘͝'̵̨̛̗̭̻̰͔͌͐͋̐̍͋́̍͘s̷̛͍̘̫̖̺͔̈́̇̂̈́̇̆̎̈́͠͠ ̴̡̛̙̀̑̒̀̾̓̾̽̎͘f̸̧̧̢̡̦̘̯̥͓̪͎͔͉̄̌̃̊̈͜͠͝í̴̼͕̥̽͛͘͘n̸̲͔̱̹̤͉̲͛̂́͠ȅ̸͍̼̺͔̿̑͛͒́͐͜͝͝͝͝.̸̧̢̙̱̦̼̮͙̜̬̀̽̍͒͐̏̏͑͛̑͝͠͝ͅ ̷̨̛̞̳͔̗̩̹͇͈̂̒̔͊͒̄̋͜B̷̧̧̛̺̬̖̹͚̟͉̞̝͇̓̍̈́̃͋̒̅͋̐͘͝ä̶̡̠̦̗̳̬̰̫̫̮̱̜̻́̍̓̂j̵̛͕̃̏̈́̌̍̑͛͂̎̾̂̂̃̕ī̴̧͓̬̠̜̜̭̟͚̺͎̜̾̐͗͜͝ͅ'̴̬̞̹̏̀̃̓̕s̸͕͚͙̬͖͊̊̐ ̴̧̭̜̹̻̮͆́̒̌̍͝j̷̪̹̞͈̞̙̯̱̻͐̈́̉́̌͛͝ư̷͙͉̪̳͙̘͌̒͋͌͝s̵̨̪̗̰̳͎͍͚̳͚̊́̐̇̇̍̈̈̒̚t̶͈̺͔̪̭̹̱͓̼̹̬̱̤̔̎̾̈͂̌̌̚ͅ ̷͍̬̖̰͓́̃͑̒̉̚f̵͙͕̠̟̒̑̊i̸̛̛̞͓̗̺̩͍̺̟͆̀̿͋̆̌̏̕n̶̜̯̖̺̔͐͂́̋̿͆̋̚̚͘͝ȩ̶̺̖͔̲̦͕͈͈͚͉̯̅.̸̪̟̼̻̋̃͒̋ ̸̨̥̞̝͔̝̰́̓̎̒̀͐̚͜ͅḨ̸̘̗̪̺̫̟͛͂́͘͜ͅḙ̸̥̫̟̉͊̒̊͑̐̽̑̔͛̇͠'̸̹̞̠͇͓͚̬̃͗̅̾s̶̢̮͔͎͓̱͈̮͙̈́͗͊̏ ̵̦̟̘̫̺̪̞̺̳̹͔͓̈̈̎ǒ̵̧̦̮̣̖̯̬̖̟̱̪͒̉͋̈́̃̒̇͋k̷̢̛͚͇̟̟̗͍̯̭̱͚͇͉̩̂͛̽̐͗̊̓͒̊̏̚͝͝.̸̨̛͓̘̫͚̺̮͇̉̀͐̑̐͛̈́̈́̆̄͘ ̴̠̤̖͔͙̙̘̯͎͔̺̥̳̈̔͗͛̔̌͋H̵̨̧̠͕̲̤̲̬̪̖͉͕͂͒̌͛̈́̈́̀́͋̄̈̕͜͠͝͝ͅé̸̩̓͑̔̈́̎̌͗͝'̷̛̱̘̦̆̎͋͐̓͆̈́͂̂̋̄̒͜s̸̢̝̖̒̀̓̊͛̀̒̈ ̵̧̹̟̝͂́̃̂̑̒̊̏͠f̶̛̹̬̼̙̗̰͎̦͎̞͆̾̀̏́͂́͑̉i̷̧̖̥͓̺̟̠̳̝̒̊̌̐̏͐̅̈̋͆̎̒̌͘͝ͅn̶͎͍̱̩͎̝̫͆ē̸̢̫̥̭̳̣̩̗̪̦̿͝.̶̘̩̆̐̓̕͘ ̸̡̛̙̲̗͙̭̪̻͇̍́̓́̀͘B̶̤̜͙̳͓̘͍͊̀͛͒̒̋̆̌́̐̓͋̔̕̕ͅa̴̩͚̩̝̥͓͖͖̣̳̣̞̖͔̍̅̀͐̄̉̆͠j̴̩̥̩̦͗̑̀͆̏̈͒i̷̡͕̹̩̝̳̦̦̞̼̼̪̊̓͋͊̀̃͒̑̓'̷̧̣͎̘̲͔̰̠̦̗̲̱̖̋̾͒̚͜͠s̶̢̼͈̣̳̠̺̗̤͔͎̗͔͓̿̔͗̒̀̆̽͊̈́̚̕͠ͅ ̴̧̛̠̰͎̦̭̟͎͙̥͆̓̈́́̓͗̈́̈́̕͝j̷̧̛͖̘͇͎̱̈́̔̈́͑͒͌̅̓͂̊̉̇̕̕ư̴̢̡͍̘̖̪̭̲̫̯̙̞͗̍̎̈s̶͚͉͍͎̘̓͌̚t̶͖̬͎͈̝͙̮̮́͋̄̀͠ ̴̧̢̨̡̹̖̫̪̫̮̠̼͚̻͊̄̌̌̚f̸̧̢̪̟͎͕̖̙̩͔̯̙͑́͗̄̊̂̉̒̒͌̓͘͠͠ĩ̶̛̦̑̒͋͐̔̂̇̊̐̍͘n̶̢̡̨̧̛̜̦̱͎͉̥͈̻̠͒̔͒͝ė̷͈̾̇́͊͝.̸̛̠͗̈́̓̍̾̉͌͠ ̴̮̜̥̄̈́͂̋̾ͅH̵̰̉̓̏͛̆̓̌͠ͅȩ̴̡̢̤̻͖̼̬̪̪͚̘̂̈́'̸̡̮̣̪̺̗̘̳̞̜̹̖̗̜̾̏́̄̒͌͊͋̀̕͜s̶̢̮͖̠̉̽̕͘ ̸͚̋̀́͆͊͌̚̚͠o̵̱͓̹̠̺̝̽̆̐̅̇̈́̏͑͌̅͛̔̚̕͘͜ķ̵̟̳͇̗̘̪̺͚̹̦̅͒̈̏͗́̂͛͐̎͛̇̚ͅͅ.̸̡̧̡͙̩̳̟̼͖̰̓́̽̽̈́̍̀̑̂͆̈́͑̍̂ ̷̢̯͎̥̫̪̮̣̣̫̂̏̄̀͊̔̾̒̚H̶͔̺̬̤̤̻̘̪͋̈́͝e̷̗͈̪̭̗̞̖̻͎̲̥͛'̸̧̠̝̒̀̈́́̈́̓̔͗̆s̵͚͈͌͋̌̌͌̈́ ̶̰̹̦̜̥͚̮̜̯̓̈́̀̿̌̀̈̀͝f̶̡̰̭͎̤̖͚̱͛̓̈̿̈͝͠i̷̭̫̻͗̅͆̄̽̑̄́̕͘n̸̨̪͈̤̟̺̲̈̈̊̀̀͋̓̀̓͋̑̈́̄̚͝ȩ̸͍͕̱͈̤̞͔͖̟̠͔͎̦̀̽́̕̕.̶̭̞̺̮̤̓ ̶͈̗̫̜͓̞͆̌̈́̋̓́̄̊̊̒͑͠͝B̵͐̀̀̚ͅấ̶͈̲̪̦̦̞̫̞̖̖͓̪̏̽͊͑̋͝ǰ̷̲̻͖̻͎͉̮̔̇̏̍͆͜͜͝ĭ̷̧̻̥̯̳͚̤͚͇̠̻̥̱̯͑̆ͅ'̷̠̻̃̓̿̅͒̾̊̆̅͝s̴̨̘͍̱͇̆̇͋̓̀̋͛͠ ̴̹̠̞̯͔̯͇͚̟̠͈̚͘j̷̢̡̹̩̯͕̠̻͇̥̠̘̻̞̇͊͐̌̐́̀͗͗̀͆̈́̉̀̃u̷̩̺͋͐̏̎͒̅̌͋͋͋͝s̶̥͆̒̓̔̇̃̓̑́t̴̡̳͔̻͉̊̾̓͛̍̔̎̆̿̐͑́̓̕͠ ̵̡̞̣͙͇̓̀͜f̶̛̹̘̻͖̻̭̱̹̮͖̲̲̅̌̇̈́͆̚ͅi̷̖̫̯͎̼̥̭̤̾͑̐n̵̡̢̖̥͍̲̤͇̗͋̋͒̇̅̚e̵͍̙͙̳͓̟͈̍̑̋.̷̺̜̗̱̖̪͍̖̦̭̿̽̿̈́̎̕͝ ̸̛̳̗̠͍̈́̈̏͛́͊̍́̾̓͂̀̿̚͜H̴̞͕͔̉̃̅̀̉̒̆̂͆̆͋̀̍͊͝ȇ̴̢͍̠̮͙̥͕̙̦̐'̶̢̨̺͕̭̰͓̩̣͇͕̝̽̀͒s̵̨̡̡̟̩̟͙̹̟̻͉̾͂ ̴̠̦̣̮̞͆ö̶̢̺͕̭̫̝̥̫̗́͊̓̊̔k̷̨̨̛͍̤͖͙̻͋̏͂.̸̛̛̥̹̟̅͒̑̆̽̍͑̌̈́̑ ̶̢̡̺̲̩͎̠̩̬̱̑̍̋͆̀̄̇̉̿͘͘͝͠H̶̨̛̪͕̯͔̗̅̀͛̂̾͑͑̀͒̚͘͝e̶̡̡̖̠̭̣͕̖̼͇̦̗̹͒ͅ'̶̢̧̧̡̛̜͓̫͖̤̜͙̹̯͑̋͒̈̍̌̓͑s̴̲̜͚͙̚ ̵̧̣͆̒̀̔͊͆̐̐́̒̏̂̚͘f̴̢̞̭͚̤̝͕̘̲̳͕̹͓͋͂̉͊̌į̵̢͕̞̟͓̲͖̗̘̩̯̓̎̍͝n̶̝͋͑̀̂̃̂́͌̓̊͐̾̏̂ͅẻ̶̥̑̄̿͛̈̎.̸̛̈́͑̋̈́͜ ̸̦͍̱̙̼͓̊̓̅͂̊̊̉́̽̓͘͘̕͝B̶̯̮̮̣̅͛̔̾̈́̀͗̅̈́͌͆̇͒̕͝ͅa̷̛͓̾͐͊̾̀̕̕j̵̬̼̓̈́͋̀͐̋̓̓̉̅̃̀͛̈͘i̵̡̯͇̗͙̓͋͗̄̊'̴̪̓̌̋̑̏̄͊̐̚s̵̤̹̺̣͔̪͙̹̜̍̋̓ͅ ̸̧͍̯̺̩̠̹͓̀́̍͊̈̃̕̚͘j̵̦̗̘̯͋́̈́u̶̧̙̣̩̘͙̮̰̝͖͙͛͊̅ͅś̴̤̗̙͉͉̪͓̈́̀͗̎t̷̞͓̭̪͓͕͈̬̟̣̱̠͚͈̤̆ ̵̳͚͍̩͈̼͒͝ͅf̶̢̨̛̯͓͇̳̜̯̺̫͍̙͇̦̂͐̅̎͒̂̄̈́̓́̐i̷̺̯̖̟͈̹͎͔͋̓̉́̌̽͊̅̕͜͠n̸̮̏͒͆̒̒͆́̒̓͊͐͒̌e̵̛̲̺̘̫̫͔̱̥̦̝͍͇̜̞͊̎͊̇̔̈́̾̓̀͊̓͂̈͜͠.̶̖̲̬̻̯͓̣̘͎́̓̿͋͐͌̆̉̄͠͝ ̷͇̬̀̓̂̈́͋̏̓̒͘͝H̶̛̳̎̏̐̓̑̎̔͗̈͑̀́̕ę̴͓̹̝͉̙̰̝̞̣͉͝ͅ'̷̯̬͓̘̗̼͎̐s̶̢̯̫̩̀̔̔̍̊͂ ̷̛̛̬̤͇̬͈̃͊̂̄͗͋͆̉ͅǫ̸̢̥̯͔̦̦̦͕̻͍̘͎̝̊̊̾̎̒͌̎͐̈́͑̚̕k̴̨̢̘͙̣͖͖̟̮̹͖̏̎̌̆̍͆̏̇͋̂͝.̷̩̲̠̩͂͝
H̸̢̟͙̺̦͎̘̳͇̄̑͛e̶̢̩̫̭͕̎͑͌̌͊̎̉͑̐͘͝'̵̨̛̗̭̻̰͔͌͐͋̐̍͋́̍͘s̷̛͍̘̫̖̺͔̈́̇̂̈́̇̆̎̈́͠͠ ̴̡̛̙̀̑̒̀̾̓̾̽̎͘f̸̧̧̢̡̦̘̯̥͓̪͎͔͉̄̌̃̊̈͜͠͝í̴̼͕̥̽͛͘͘n̸̲͔̱̹̤͉̲͛̂́͠ȅ̸͍̼̺͔̿̑͛͒́͐͜͝͝͝͝.̸̧̢̙̱̦̼̮͙̜̬̀̽̍͒͐̏̏͑͛̑͝͠͝ͅ ̷̨̛̞̳͔̗̩̹͇͈̂̒̔͊͒̄̋͜B̷̧̧̛̺̬̖̹͚̟͉̞̝͇̓̍̈́̃͋̒̅͋̐͘͝ä̶̡̠̦̗̳̬̰̫̫̮̱̜̻́̍̓̂j̵̛͕̃̏̈́̌̍̑͛͂̎̾̂̂̃̕ī̴̧͓̬̠̜̜̭̟͚̺͎̜̾̐͗͜͝ͅ'̴̬̞̹̏̀̃̓̕s̸͕͚͙̬͖͊̊̐ ̴̧̭̜̹̻̮͆́̒̌̍͝j̷̪̹̞͈̞̙̯̱̻͐̈́̉́̌͛͝ư̷͙͉̪̳͙̘͌̒͋͌͝s̵̨̪̗̰̳͎͍͚̳͚̊́̐̇̇̍̈̈̒̚t̶͈̺͔̪̭̹̱͓̼̹̬̱̤̔̎̾̈͂̌̌̚ͅ ̷͍̬̖̰͓́̃͑̒̉̚f̵͙͕̠̟̒̑̊i̸̛̛̞͓̗̺̩͍̺̟͆̀̿͋̆̌̏̕n̶̜̯̖̺̔͐͂́̋̿͆̋̚̚͘͝ȩ̶̺̖͔̲̦͕͈͈͚͉̯̅.̸̪̟̼̻̋̃͒̋ ̸̨̥̞̝͔̝̰́̓̎̒̀͐̚͜ͅḨ̸̘̗̪̺̫̟͛͂́͘͜ͅḙ̸̥̫̟̉͊̒̊͑̐̽̑̔͛̇͠'̸̹̞̠͇͓͚̬̃͗̅̾s̶̢̮͔͎͓̱͈̮͙̈́͗͊̏ ̵̦̟̘̫̺̪̞̺̳̹͔͓̈̈̎ǒ̵̧̦̮̣̖̯̬̖̟̱̪͒̉͋̈́̃̒̇͋k̷̢̛͚͇̟̟̗͍̯̭̱͚͇͉̩̂͛̽̐͗̊̓͒̊̏̚͝͝.̸̨̛͓̘̫͚̺̮͇̉̀͐̑̐͛̈́̈́̆̄͘ ̴̠̤̖͔͙̙̘̯͎͔̺̥̳̈̔͗͛̔̌͋H̵̨̧̠͕̲̤̲̬̪̖͉͕͂͒̌͛̈́̈́̀́͋̄̈̕͜͠͝͝ͅé̸̩̓͑̔̈́̎̌͗͝'̷̛̱̘̦̆̎͋͐̓͆̈́͂̂̋̄̒͜s̸̢̝̖̒̀̓̊͛̀̒̈ ̵̧̹̟̝͂́̃̂̑̒̊̏͠f̶̛̹̬̼̙̗̰͎̦͎̞͆̾̀̏́͂́͑̉i̷̧̖̥͓̺̟̠̳̝̒̊̌̐̏͐̅̈̋͆̎̒̌͘͝ͅn̶͎͍̱̩͎̝̫͆ē̸̢̫̥̭̳̣̩̗̪̦̿͝.̶̘̩̆̐̓̕͘ ̸̡̛̙̲̗͙̭̪̻͇̍́̓́̀͘B̶̤̜͙̳͓̘͍͊̀͛͒̒̋̆̌́̐̓͋̔̕̕ͅa̴̩͚̩̝̥͓͖͖̣̳̣̞̖͔̍̅̀͐̄̉̆͠j̴̩̥̩̦͗̑̀͆̏̈͒i̷̡͕̹̩̝̳̦̦̞̼̼̪̊̓͋͊̀̃͒̑̓'̷̧̣͎̘̲͔̰̠̦̗̲̱̖̋̾͒̚͜͠s̶̢̼͈̣̳̠̺̗̤͔͎̗͔͓̿̔͗̒̀̆̽͊̈́̚̕͠ͅ ̴̧̛̠̰͎̦̭̟͎͙̥͆̓̈́́̓͗̈́̈́̕͝j̷̧̛͖̘͇͎̱̈́̔̈́͑͒͌̅̓͂̊̉̇̕̕ư̴̢̡͍̘̖̪̭̲̫̯̙̞͗̍̎̈s̶͚͉͍͎̘̓͌̚t̶͖̬͎͈̝͙̮̮́͋̄̀͠ ̴̧̢̨̡̹̖̫̪̫̮̠̼͚̻͊̄̌̌̚f̸̧̢̪̟͎͕̖̙̩͔̯̙͑́͗̄̊̂̉̒̒͌̓͘͠͠ĩ̶̛̦̑̒͋͐̔̂̇̊̐̍͘n̶̢̡̨̧̛̜̦̱͎͉̥͈̻̠͒̔͒͝ė̷͈̾̇́͊͝.̸̛̠͗̈́̓̍̾̉͌͠ ̴̮̜̥̄̈́͂̋̾ͅH̵̰̉̓̏͛̆̓̌͠ͅȩ̴̡̢̤̻͖̼̬̪̪͚̘̂̈́'̸̡̮̣̪̺̗̘̳̞̜̹̖̗̜̾̏́̄̒͌͊͋̀̕͜s̶̢̮͖̠̉̽̕͘ ̸͚̋̀́͆͊͌̚̚͠o̵̱͓̹̠̺̝̽̆̐̅̇̈́̏͑͌̅͛̔̚̕͘͜ķ̵̟̳͇̗̘̪̺͚̹̦̅͒̈̏͗́̂͛͐̎͛̇̚ͅͅ.̸̡̧̡͙̩̳̟̼͖̰̓́̽̽̈́̍̀̑̂͆̈́͑̍̂ ̷̢̯͎̥̫̪̮̣̣̫̂̏̄̀͊̔̾̒̚H̶͔̺̬̤̤̻̘̪͋̈́͝e̷̗͈̪̭̗̞̖̻͎̲̥͛'̸̧̠̝̒̀̈́́̈́̓̔͗̆s̵͚͈͌͋̌̌͌̈́ ̶̰̹̦̜̥͚̮̜̯̓̈́̀̿̌̀̈̀͝f̶̡̰̭͎̤̖͚̱͛̓̈̿̈͝͠i̷̭̫̻͗̅͆̄̽̑̄́̕͘n̸̨̪͈̤̟̺̲̈̈̊̀̀͋̓̀̓͋̑̈́̄̚͝ȩ̸͍͕̱͈̤̞͔͖̟̠͔͎̦̀̽́̕̕.̶̭̞̺̮̤̓ ̶͈̗̫̜͓̞͆̌̈́̋̓́̄̊̊̒͑͠͝B̵͐̀̀̚ͅấ̶͈̲̪̦̦̞̫̞̖̖͓̪̏̽͊͑̋͝ǰ̷̲̻͖̻͎͉̮̔̇̏̍͆͜͜͝ĭ̷̧̻̥̯̳͚̤͚͇̠̻̥̱̯͑̆ͅ'̷̠̻̃̓̿̅͒̾̊̆̅͝s̴̨̘͍̱͇̆̇͋̓̀̋͛͠ ̴̹̠̞̯͔̯͇͚̟̠͈̚͘j̷̢̡̹̩̯͕̠̻͇̥̠̘̻̞̇͊͐̌̐́̀͗͗̀͆̈́̉̀̃u̷̩̺͋͐̏̎͒̅̌͋͋͋͝s̶̥͆̒̓̔̇̃̓̑́t̴̡̳͔̻͉̊̾̓͛̍̔̎̆̿̐͑́̓̕͠ ̵̡̞̣͙͇̓̀͜f̶̛̹̘̻͖̻̭̱̹̮͖̲̲̅̌̇̈́͆̚ͅi̷̖̫̯͎̼̥̭̤̾͑̐n̵̡̢̖̥͍̲̤͇̗͋̋͒̇̅̚e̵͍̙͙̳͓̟͈̍̑̋.̷̺̜̗̱̖̪͍̖̦̭̿̽̿̈́̎̕͝ ̸̛̳̗̠͍̈́̈̏͛́͊̍́̾̓͂̀̿̚͜H̴̞͕͔̉̃̅̀̉̒̆̂͆̆͋̀̍͊͝ȇ̴̢͍̠̮͙̥͕̙̦̐'̶̢̨̺͕̭̰͓̩̣͇͕̝̽̀͒s̵̨̡̡̟̩̟͙̹̟̻͉̾͂ ̴̠̦̣̮̞͆ö̶̢̺͕̭̫̝̥̫̗́͊̓̊̔k̷̨̨̛͍̤͖͙̻͋̏͂.̸̛̛̥̹̟̅͒̑̆̽̍͑̌̈́̑ ̶̢̡̺̲̩͎̠̩̬̱̑̍̋͆̀̄̇̉̿͘͘͝͠H̶̨̛̪͕̯͔̗̅̀͛̂̾͑͑̀͒̚͘͝e̶̡̡̖̠̭̣͕̖̼͇̦̗̹͒ͅ'̶̢̧̧̡̛̜͓̫͖̤̜͙̹̯͑̋͒̈̍̌̓͑s̴̲̜͚͙̚ ̵̧̣͆̒̀̔͊͆̐̐́̒̏̂̚͘f̴̢̞̭͚̤̝͕̘̲̳͕̹͓͋͂̉͊̌į̵̢͕̞̟͓̲͖̗̘̩̯̓̎̍͝n̶̝͋͑̀̂̃̂́͌̓̊͐̾̏̂ͅẻ̶̥̑̄̿͛̈̎.̸̛̈́͑̋̈́͜ ̸̦͍̱̙̼͓̊̓̅͂̊̊̉́̽̓͘͘̕͝B̶̯̮̮̣̅͛̔̾̈́̀͗̅̈́͌͆̇͒̕͝ͅa̷̛͓̾͐͊̾̀̕̕j̵̬̼̓̈́͋̀͐̋̓̓̉̅̃̀͛̈͘i̵̡̯͇̗͙̓͋͗̄̊'̴̪̓̌̋̑̏̄͊̐̚s̵̤̹̺̣͔̪͙̹̜̍̋̓ͅ ̸̧͍̯̺̩̠̹͓̀́̍͊̈̃̕̚͘j̵̦̗̘̯͋́̈́u̶̧̙̣̩̘͙̮̰̝͖͙͛͊̅ͅś̴̤̗̙͉͉̪͓̈́̀͗̎t̷̞͓̭̪͓͕͈̬̟̣̱̠͚͈̤̆ ̵̳͚͍̩͈̼͒͝ͅf̶̢̨̛̯͓͇̳̜̯̺̫͍̙͇̦̂͐̅̎͒̂̄̈́̓́̐i̷̺̯̖̟͈̹͎͔͋̓̉́̌̽͊̅̕͜͠n̸̮̏͒͆̒̒͆́̒̓͊͐͒̌e̵̛̲̺̘̫̫͔̱̥̦̝͍͇̜̞͊̎͊̇̔̈́̾̓̀͊̓͂̈͜͠.̶̖̲̬̻̯͓̣̘͎́̓̿͋͐͌̆̉̄͠͝ ̷͇̬̀̓̂̈́͋̏̓̒͘͝H̶̛̳̎̏̐̓̑̎̔͗̈͑̀́̕ę̴͓̹̝͉̙̰̝̞̣͉͝ͅ'̷̯̬͓̘̗̼͎̐s̶̢̯̫̩̀̔̔̍̊͂ ̷̛̛̬̤͇̬͈̃͊̂̄͗͋͆̉ͅǫ̸̢̥̯͔̦̦̦͕̻͍̘͎̝̊̊̾̎̒͌̎͐̈́͑̚̕k̴̨̢̘͙̣͖͖̟̮̹͖̏̎̌̆̍͆̏̇͋̂͝.̷̩̲̠̩͂͝
"BAJI IS DEAD!"
S̶n̶a̶p̶
Something broke inside me when Takemichi said that. My body processed what happened by my mind- my mind just couldn't.
"He's just fine, Chifuyu."
"Wh- what?" Chifuyu questioned with tears on his face.
"We can still take him to a hospital. I- I can hear his heart beating." I grabbed Baji from Chifuyu's arms and tried to carry him with all my strength. "We- we can still make it to a hospital; you're going to be fine, Baji."
"Wha-" Chifuyu felt the body of his friend be ripped away from him. "Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Chifuyu yelled out in sadness.
"I'M SAVING HIM WHILE ALL OF YOU JUST SIT THERE AND CRY LIKE IDIOTS!" I tighten my grip on Baji's body. Someone has to do something, or Baji might not make it.
"STOP IT Y/N! BAJI IS DEAD; HE RISKED HIS OWN LIFE FOR TOMAN! HE RISKED HIS LIFE FOR MIKEY AND KAZUTORA! SO THEY COULD WORK OUT THEIR DIFFERENCES! BAJI REFUSED TO BE KILLED BY KAZUTORA AND TOOK HIS OWN LIFE BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT KAZUTORA TO FEEL RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS FATE! HE ALSO DID IT FOR YOU, MIKEY, SO YOU COULD FORGIVE KAZUTORA. Because- because he loved all of you guys, that's why he made a choice he made-" Takemichi announced.
"That's all fine and well. But someone needs to pay for what happened here," I looked at Takemichi, unwilling to listen to his reasoning. I walk up to Kazutora, "no matter what anyone says, you were part of the reason Baji died, so I holding you responsible-"
"Y/N, that's enough," Mikey said defeatedly.
"NO!" I placed Baji in Chifuyu's arms, and I grabbed Kazutora's face. "I will kill you even if I have to die in the process." I got on top of Kazutora and started beating the out of him. Everyone was too shocked to stop me. I then grabbed the knife Baji used and pulled it out of my pocket. "I'm going to make you suffer, Kazutora."
Kazutora just sat there staring at me, crying. But he wasn't crying because of me. He was crying because he was ashamed of his actions. He knew Baji killed himself for him and that he didn't kill him, but the reproduction of the people around him and how they were feeling was partially his fault. That is why he just sat there with tears streaming down his face, not fighting back because he knew he deserved this punishment.
Mikey, with his fast reflexes and snapping back to his senses, kicked the knife away from my hand and was able to do it successfully due to my tunnel vision on trying to kill Kazutora. As soon as he did that, he pinned me to the ground.
"GET OFF ME!" I yelled and kicked.
"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DO SOMETHING YOU MIGHT REGRET. I DON'T WANT YOU CARRYING THE BURDEN OF SOMEONE'S DEATH ON YOUR SHOULDERS! THAT CHANGES A PERSON!" Mikey yelled back at me.
I've never seen him yell about something so passionately, but I wasn't in the right state to realize that.
"LET ME KILL HIM! HE DESERVES TO DIE FOR WHAT HE DID! HE- ... he needs to pay for taking away one of the- the only family I have left," I could help but cry under Mikey. The harsh feelings of anger and sadness colliding together showed how broken I was. All I could do was cry. I had no energy left in my body to fight Mikey. It could have just been me, but I saw sadness in Mikey's eyes, but I couldn't see well because of the tears flowing from my eyes.
Mikey let go of me, seeing as I wasn't fighting anymore. From the corner of his eye, he saw a purple charm on the ground. It was one that he and his friends got when he made Valhalla. The original member saw what was in Mikey's hands and walked closer to conform.
"Ha, Baji kept it all this time," Mikey said with a small smile reminiscing the good times. He turned to Takemichi and walked over to Baji's body that was in Chifuyu's arms. "I didn't create Toman; it was Baji. If one of us gets hurt, the rest of us protect them. We wanted to be a gang that protected one another. That's the kind of gang we promised we would be." Mikey said with tears pouring down his face, and every member in Toman did the same.
"Baji was fighting- all on his own, this whole time. All to keep that promise," Takemichi cried.
"I'm sorry, Baji, I failed," Mikey said.
The police sirens cut the emotions short.
"Uh oh, the PO PO's coming," Rindo said.
"Come on boys, we're out of here," Ran stood up. "Oh, and Y/N, thanks for not disappointing me. This was quite an interesting show."
"I'm going to stay with Baji. You get out of here," Kazutora said.
"Why Kazutora," Takemichi questioned.
"I'm responsible for all of this. I want to be the one to pay for it." He replied.
"Alright then," Draken said. "GOTTA GO, TOMAN, EVERYONE OUT!"
Everyone started making their way out, including myself.
"Mikey, I know I could never be forgiven. Not about Shinichiro and not about Baji, but it's a burden I'll have to carry for the rest of my life." Kazutora said, bowing his head down to Mikey.
I walked to my motorcycle and opened the storage compartment to see Baji's birthday gift. I dropped to my knees, about to throw up. I held my mouth. That's when I heard the sirens grow closer. I drove my bike to an alleyway a distance away from where it all took place. I slid my back against the wall and hid my face between my knees.
Ring ring
I didn't want to answer the phone, but something told me to. I froze at the caller ID. It was Baji's mother.
I can't-I. I took a deep breath and answered.
"Hi, Ms. Keisuke"
"Dear, how many times do I have to tell you to call me by my name. Anyways do you know around what time Baji will be coming home? I tried calling him, but it when straight to voice mail."
I covered my mouth so she couldn't hear my silent sobs.
"I'm so sorry."
"About what, honey?"
"I- I'm sorry, but I don't know what time he's coming home."
"Oh, ok, that's alright. If you see or hear from him, will you let me know?"
"Y- yes- I will and uh- Thank you. Thank you for being there for me when my actual parents weren't."
She let out a small giggle, "of course; you're like family. I knew it the day you brought Baji back to me. Oh- I need to go, but I'll see you for yours and Baji's birthday."
There was a pause.
"Y/n? You there?"
"Uh, yes am here... Have a nice rest of your day, Ms. Keisuke."
When I hung up the phone, I couldn't contain my tears any longer.
Hey guys, this is the end of He hates me🌻, He hates me, not🌻 MikeyXReader (enemies to lovers) chapter 14. Sorry, this one was kind of long, but I didn't want it to lose emotion by putting a part 3. This one was a little hard to write since Baji is my comfort character and his death still makes me cry (┬┬﹏┬┬). Anyways I hope you all enjoyed it. ALSO GUYS!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1K READS!!!! (❤'艸｀❤) I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!
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