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You sat on your couch recounting everything that had happened. So many things about mycheal seemed so mysterious. Like where did he come from? How does he exist? Why doesn't he talk about his past more? What exactly is he? All those questions burning in your head as you lay on your couch not sure of what to do next. It's been three days since you were last home. Looking for mango was the only reason you left in the first place. “I miss mango…” you thought to yourself. You tried to see the bright side of it all. “Well…at least I made a new friend. He's not exactly what you would expect to find all the way out in the middle of nowhere but…I'm glad he found me before anything bad happened..”. You sigh as you see your phone flicker on. The battery was charged and you could finally see what you missed while you were absent.
You look down at your phone, dreading how many missed calls and notifications you may have missed. But to your surprise, you only had three missed calls. One of which was just spam and the other two from your mom. You decide you would call her tomorrow. You were tired and you had only just gotten home an hour ago. You got up from your couch to go make something to eat. You were hungry after the long trek through the woods to get back to civilization. As you looked in the fridge you noticed that you were running low on groceries and food. The only thing left was some old pudding and a few packets of hot pockets. “Yyyyep…ill have to go shopping tomorrow too”. You grabbed a hot pocket from the fridge and began heating it in the microwave.
As you stood waiting for the food to cook you happened to glance over at the counter. There, you saw mango’s favorite kitty treats. You heaved a sigh of sadness and longing to see mango again. The only other best thing to do now was to hope that mango was safe and possibly with someone else. You leaned on the counter, putting your chin on your hands.
After a few minutes, the hot pocket was done and you had gone back over to the couch to eat. As you sat there eating, you found yourself thinking about mycheal. How his cooking always seemed to feel like home. You missed him. Not just for his cooking.. But for him. You two had fun times in the past three days. Sure he may be different (and a bit mysterious). But you saw more than just a guy who called himself a monster. You began to feel bad. You realized that he wanted you to stay so badly because he must've been alone pretty much his entire life. No one has probably stuck around him as long as you have. Let alone talk to him. Your face began to feel warmer as you thought about all the kind things he did for you.
After a few hours of winding down, it was time to sleep. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed to bed. As you laid there, you could almost feel the sensation of mycheal’s fireplace.
You had gotten used to it. You closed your eyes and began to drift asleep.