Him

Him

Why do they want to be with him?

I know why I want to be with him.
He represents the player, or the reader
And thus, in a way, he represents reality.

But why do they want to be with him?



Can they even want to be with him?

Sure, insofar as the script must assign them a drive,
Their drive is to eventually end up with him,
But can they truly want?

For if they can want, they can value things
And if they can value things, they must be able to think about what things are worth
And if they can think, well

That makes things a thousand times worse.



Come to think of it, can I even want?
I had never bothered to think about it, before,
But do I even think?

I'm pretty sure I want to be with him
But I'm also pretty sure they think that too
Insofar as they can think



Perhaps it is the illusion of choice
That makes one feel more fulfilled.



Perhaps I only think I am outside of the script
Because the script says I do
Because if I think I'm outside of the script
I'll hurt them because I think they're not real

But the question I never stopped
To consider asking myself

Is whether I was real in the first place.

"Uh, Monika?" Matt seemed concerned by what he just read. "Is everything okay?"

Monika was shaken from her thoughts. "Huh? Oh, yes, everything's fine. Just... feeling a little introspective today, is all."

"...Do you not feel real?"

Monika somehow hadn't seen that one coming. "...Well, I mean—"

He abruptly hugged her, before pulling back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to— it's just, when I feel like that, it feels nice to have someone hug me. Kinda grounds the soul, y'know? Sorry if that was awkward..."

Monika blinked. "It actually did feel nice. Thank you."

Matt breathed what could only be interpreted as a sigh of relief. "You're welcome."