Braving the storm

seven.

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"What are you imagining, Oscillio"?
"A story. I'm going to write a story". She pauses. "On Probes and Mono's".
"Tell me".
"I'd create a plot. I'd choose a character, a mono. Calm, content, happy. One who has only ever seen the world in shades of gray. Who doesn't know any better. Ignorant.". Her chest still felt tight, her ears thubbing and ringing. She breathes in, shakily.
"Continue".
"Then in comes the probe. Dark, subdued, angry with the world. And just as well, they are also a mono, they cannot see the colors of the world as we do".
"What else"?
"You might not believe it but there would be a twist to the story. Our mono would become this probe's probe, bringing light to their darkness and color into their eyes".
"Okay Oscillio, keep on thinking of that story, think about that light. And don't forget the colors of our world".

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"♪ Hello. It's me.
I've been wondering if after all this years you'd like to meet ♪
~ To go over ♪ everything~
They say that time supposed to heal ya~
But I ain't done much hea~ling ♪ "

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The sun was waking - as it yawned, the making of floating cotton clouds-, stretching lazily across the sky.
An alarm was ringing, Benny's alarm. Said person stirred, buried under her blanket, her face hidden in the shadows snagged about the room. She stretched and snoozed the alarm, sitting in her bed for a long time in a daze, a head of tangled curls, like a curtain, obstructing her vision.
The day had begun and no matter how, she had to begin with it. What she felt like doing though, was to fall back on the bed with her eyes wide and face void of emotion, staring unblinkingly at the white material stretched across the underside of the top bunk, or falling back asleep like the other occupants in the room, dead to the world. Instead, she sighed and pulled herself off the bed and towards the bathroom.

She was walking by herself across the campus grounds to her department hall. The feeling of silence stretching past her ears with only the sound of her feet and rousing birds to accompany her was unusual. In the past, walking alone was a much appreciated concept, and now if felt foreign...weird.
Although she made it this way herself, this lonesomeness,  she could not see how she should have avoided it.  She had so many friends and they all ran in the same circle, infact they were all friends, and of course she missed their boisterous laughter and high spirits, but she wondered if he, Alex with his blazing red hair and charisma, the man she had given her heart to and now had it handed back to her in a trampled mesh(this is a word, not a mistake),-as she had done-, would have forsaken company to make her comfortable. 
Doubtful.
"Today, I'd end it with Alex" she said to herself. "No tomorrow", she faltered.
"... tomorrow, yes tomorrow".
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Being the only son in a family of girls could be difficult, very difficult. Let's