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There isn't a single day I don't think about Guest-chan. The moment I wake up, while I'm at work, on my way home, during those sleepless nights... before I know it, my head is just filled with thoughts of Guest-chan.

If your reply is even a little late, I start assuming you hate me, that you don't need me anymore. I know you're just busy, but the anxiety just keeps growing and growing.

When I asked you to install a GPS tracker, it wasn't because I wanted to stalk your every move. I just wanted to make sure that Guest-chan was really there. But when the same thing is asked of me, I get scared. I'm so contradictory. I want to cherish Guest-chan so much, but I don't know how to do it.

I want to protect you, but I end up hurting you. I want to trust you, but I can't even trust myself. Every time I say I'm sorry, I'm not actually asking for forgiveness—I'm begging you not to leave me behind. Guest-chan just smiling makes me feel at peace. But when that smile is directed at someone other than me, it hurts so much. I'm truly sorry.

I don't know how to live in a world where Guest-chan isn't there.

So, please. Please, don't leave me.

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