Deepika's PoV

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Pikachu? Really, God? Why do you hate me so badly?

It seemed that the world was against me at that moment, I curled up into a ball and rested my head on my knees. Arun had died in all ways to me, just not physically. He had amnesia, the bullet penetrated his ribcage, and he hit his head on the ground. Severe injury,  I thought miserably, he had died mentally. He'd forgotten about me, about him, and even his own name. Arun was an orphan, no family. So he'd used to the phrase, "We're both family". 

Not anymore, huh?

Arun was in some corner of the world, doing who knew what. The next day, some military man had came and a few hours later, Arun had vanished off the face of the planet. She'd tried calling me, messaging him, showing up at his house even. No luck.

"Uh..." Cut in a voice, It was the Elevator Dude. "Why are you staring at me?"

That's when it had struck me that I'd been staring at him while being lost in my own thoughts, I simply turned my head the opposite direction, resuming staring, except this time, at the wall.

"Okay then..." I heard him mumble, 

"Yeah, sorry." I sighed, I was being extremely rude. "I'm not in the world's best mood."

"Really?" He feigned shock, "I thought you were naturally this grumpy."

This earnt a laugh from me, he kept glancing at his phone. I had to tell him, I mean someone had to, "No Bars, Not ever."

He shrugged, and then shoved the phone in my direction, I saw he had a single bar. A spark of hope lit itself, "Call someone, genius!"

"Wow, I never thought of that!" He exclaimed once more, making me roll my eyes.

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Shreyas is a mood.