Series: Evillious Chronicles
Fanfiction: Sui
Author: zealousrebelmaker (because all famous gamers have the suckiest usernames)
Pairing: Prim Rogzé / Anne Sui (not Swee, because it will destroy the definition)
Warning: Yandere themes, blood, gore, unsettling elements

Sui [swee]:
adjective, Latin
1. of his, her, its, or their own kind; unique

Epilogue

Anne

Prim was my best friend. Her happiness was not really my happiness. That would not change in the future—that was how it was supposed to be.

Was, to show past tense. She really wasn't above it all, after all. I spend a day crying on Mum's lap once I've heard about Prim being in a guaranteed amnesiac coma, and Mum was so distressed that she thought that it would be best for me not to even see Prim until she recovered.

Which is...well, I don't know when she'll recover, or whether she'll ever recover.

In a way, I'm sad she's like that. In a way, I'm not.

In the end, Mariam and Leonhart could be together happily ever after, without having to deal with Prim. In the end, Arth's dead, and they're still trying to find who killed him. Prim's family's still covering up her obvious crimes, even when the forensics...tested...let's not get there. Professor Twiright resumes life as normal too, and I made a phone call from a public phone to find out how he is.

Turns out he didn't need to call his son, Pale, after all. Makes a good family reunion though, he said. Irina's ecstatic.

I had to put on a show for a whole month, because I'm Prim's best friend, as the world thinks. I remember cycling to school with her, talking to her, having sleepovers, but in the end, I don't feel anything. I don't even miss them. All I know is that I'm the trigger to a very unhealthy obsession that could possibly have killed her.

I watch the sun set from my window, and my maid sighs.

"Is this the end, Miss Anne?" she asks.

"I don't know," I reply.

This is wrong.

This is right.

This is...I don't know. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. Must I feel disgusted? Ashamed? Happy? Over the moon?

When I met Prim, it was as if I needed to see what she's worth. I knew everything- I just kept quiet. She took care of my feelings- sometimes she didn't, but she tried her best. She made sure that I was comfortable, and she removed me from any awkward social situation that could possibly make me anxious. She acted on her own feelings only once- she kissed me so many times on a Saturday.

But here's the mistake that she couldn't see.

...There were no feelings to even take care of from the very beginning.

Only time will tell if Prim recovers, or dies. I look at the world outside from my window, and I see that the world's still going on as it should be. No matter who dies or who lives, the world still spins, and people still go on with their lives as if it's nothing.

For now, I just go to school, hang out with my friends, be nice to Mum and Dad, and live.

But you know, sometimes...

...living is difficult without feeling.

You know, sometimes, I just wonder, if I told her how I really am, will she still love me? Or did she love me while knowing how I was all along? Was she trying to get me to feel, or was she hung up with obsession over me, not even caring about the outcome as long as she had me?

Does it matter?

...

It doesn't matter to me. Nothing really matters to me now.

And I don't think anything else will matter to me in the future.

the end.

Five months later, she opens her eyes.