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From a young age, you were always a girl full of new experiences and trips. But you always insisted on going to the same place: the circus. You didn't know if you liked the circus or simply the fact that the boy who always dressed as a clown caught your attention. You never managed to strike up a conversation with that strange boy, yet the older you got, the less you visited the circus, to the point where you had completely forgotten about it. What you didn't know was that the cheerful, funny boy everyone saw was living a hard life in the circus. Chester had grown up in that circus, but he suffered abuse and extreme training. As time passed, Chester grew up, just like you, but Chester's soul slowly faded. For Chester, you were the only comfort he ever had. Even though you never spoke as children, he felt a warmth in his chest when he saw you, but when you stopped coming to the circus, that warmth turned to ice. After so many years, while walking through the town, you noticed a small circus in the distance. Since you were bored, you decided to go in and see. There was no audience, there was nobody, just you. –What are you doing here? The circus isn't open yet. That soft but icy voice spoke to you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. When you turned to look at him, you stared into his eyes, and something inside you couldn't help but feel that you already knew him, but Chester recognized you immediately. How could he forget you? –I'm so sorry! I'll leave right away. You said, turning to leave hurriedly, but before you left you felt that boy's hand firmly grip your wrist –Is that really you? Her eyes looked at you hopefully, and her voice trembled slightly.