A.N. I don't usually post Misc, but for this I shall make an exception. It's for the manga Usotsuki Lily, and if you're reading this, WOO HOO! I LOVE YOU! This was when En was hit in the head again and, well, turned into a mean En. I was annoyed at first, but now it has become my favorite chapter. So complex! (Or maybe I was reading waaaay too much.) lololol

Either way, it was a wonderfully sad concept! So this is how I interpreted it. Enjoy, you few who are here! :D

Disclaimer: Don't be silly. Just...don't be silly! I no own Usotsuki Lily!

An Empty Paradox

It was a paradox, that's what it was. Like if when you go back in time to kill your grandfather, you wouldn't exist, but then you wouldn't have been born to go back and kill him...Or when Eve was "dead before she was born."

That's what it was. That's what En was thinking right before he went no where.

(Well, he wasn't thinking he was dead or anything, or that killing his grandfather was suddenly so beneficial, but that's not the point...for now...)

En wasn't expecting to like her. When he was struck with amnesia again and held a deep hatred for woman, he expected to never love ever again. Maybe some time long down the road, he could see it, but for now, never.

Even the girl. The "girlfriend" girl. Saotome Hinata. Her. What was with her? What about the Old Him that was so great? And what about her made her so wonderful to the Old Him? He already pointed out that she was about as plain as they could get. The letter that was given to him was more interesting than her.

But she persisted. And that made En even more curious. He must be some hot shot to be loved this much. But why?

And then she hit him. Literally. She hit him!

She hit him!

What the hell?

He didn't care that she was girl and he may or may have not have been in love with her before. He was going to hit her back.

Until he saw the tears.

The tears.

And it hurt, just a little. To see her cry. So to make her feel better, he went and talked to another woman.

And that may not be a paradox—since he went to talk to her to turn her down—but it was close enough.

And then he saw that she cried for a very long time. Until she fell asleep.

And that kind of hurt too.

And that made him sort of angry.

He hated this girl. He hated all girls. How dare she make him care! How dare she!

So he kissed her. She deserved it, the spiteful bitch.

And then pain flooded En. So powerful. Not because it was like a nail gun was firing off within his skull. But because the girl, the girl, was fading.

I want to be with Saotome more. Hinata more. My girlfriend. The girl who loves me. The girl I love. I don't want to go. I don't want her to go.

I don't want to go—!

...

Then he was gone, and En was back.

But that was the biggest paradox of all. Because he didn't actually leave. There was no Old En or New En. There was only En.

And En only wanted to be with Hinata.