Roxy's POV
"What am I sad about, you're asking?" Cyrus asked me back. Nodding, I went to sit next to him. Almost immediately, his arm circled around my shoulder like I was his bestfriend. I knew instantly then, that an misunderstanding between us has been resolved silently. Or just postponed to another day.
"You're complaining about yourself again to another person, aren't you?" I asked, playing with his callous-y fingers.
"Can't help it. It's shit when I don't know what my purpose here is. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I SPAWNED HERE!" Cyrus yelled.
"Hmm. You know, I really tried to find where you came from but you started existing randomly. I've seen memories of people. You don't exist from the beginning nor did you exist as a child. Are you sure you don't remember your past?"
"Roxy...are you doubting me?" His sad voice asked me back. My eyes widened at once.
"N-No."
