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Hi All...Kingryan here again!

This is rather emo story that I am beginning to write. Please read it and then tell me what you think.

It is also on my deviantART under scraps.

Note: The parts aren't actual chapters or anything, just when I write things to put up. So expect to be left hanging.

Part 1 - The Crowd

Charlie sat there. Alone. Watching the world revolve around him. No one caring about how he felt, they just kept walking. He didn't know why he felt so alone in this crowd of people. He didn't know why he didn't just get up and be part of the crowd. He knew there were people he got along with in there, but he just chose not to join it. This was just a subconscious choice.
Pulling out his notebook and a pen, Charlie tried to write something as he knew it was times like these that he wrote best. However, the glyphs he wrote down looked like nonsense and he couldn't make head nor tail of his attempts at poetry. Dismayed, he tried again this time only getting a few sentences down before he had to give up, his mind not clicking like it usually did when he was writing poetry. Sighing, he put away his notebook and returned to watching the world.
Charlie reasoned the crowd must be loud due to the amount of people, but all he could hear was the sounds of muffled conversation. It seemed like he couldn't hear properly, but he knew that he could since he had listened to music to pass the time a few hours back. That brought him to another question; what was he waiting for?
He knew it was something big. Something that would make him happy. Something that he would experience and know that he wasn't alone or feel alone anymore. Knowing this, he realised it must be a person. But who? Who could make him no longer feel alone? Who could, or would do that for him? Examining the crowd, for he knew that it would have to be one of them (he could just tell) . He saw many people that he knew. Many people he had had life changing experiences with, nothing bad, illegal or sexual, just relationship experiences.
Charlie's eyes lingered over a girl. She had caused the greatest change in him that he had experienced. She was the reason he had matured to the extent that he had. She had caused him so much pain, so much hurt that he knew he would never forget what happened. Choosing not to dwell on the experience, his eyes roved over the crowd, searching for another girl.
Finding her, Charlie remembered what had happened with her. An event that he thought was caused by pride and silence. His mind flitting back to the words of a song: 'So why donât you come right out and say it, because even though the truth is probably going to hurt I'd rather have that then something insincere.' If only he had heard this song before it all happened, he would have had a fair amount less heartache.
That was when he realised that the event was caused by gullibility. His own gullibility. The fact that he believed the pitiful excuse, even when other people said something against it. He remembered how much he defended the excuse, telling himself and that even though it sounded lame, it was sincere because she had explained it.

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Oh yeah, this story is the first involving Charlie in his new form which is based on me. He is probably a fair bit different to what he was in the MWT....