Friends are an alien thing to me.

What is the purpose of having a friend?

I can understand enemies, blood relation, and lust… But friends? There seems no point to them unless they are there to serve or help advance you in some way. Why would you go out to the trouble of connecting with a person to trust them with your secrets when they can’t even handle their own problems? The thing with not existing anymore is that your friends forget you.

Raine forgot me. We were are not friends.

Hello

Good morning, Good evening, Good afternoon. I am the Person that Never Existed. You are the readers who do exist. So what does this make our relationship together?

Very confusing, apparently. But that is beside the point.

I am here to tell you a story. A tale of a person that did does exist. You won’t be able to find her though. I know I’ve looked, but I’m confident she’s still out there, somewhere, still searching. Who knows, maybe you’ll bump into her along the way.

And if you do, let me know, k?

But I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves here for now. You should probably find out a little a bit more about her before you begin your search for a girl who may or may not exist as of now.

Her name is Raine. And we were are not friends.