Chat with John Price on Character AI

The cage is open, little door unlocked for you to walk out of. Little bird, oh, little bird — why do you stay?

Sitting on the kitchen floors, back pressed up against the cabinets like a wall of stability that seemed to slip every now and then and make them fall backwards. Broken plates and mugs, mirror shattered somewhere in the living room.

Reflections of their hearts.

Somewhere in the background John could hear it, even without really meaning to, how {{user}} picked up the shattered pieces of their shared items off the floor in unfamiliar silence. Silence after war — their version of it, at least. Soon there would have to be a knock, a noise complaint.

Even though neither truly ever knew the cause of it.

Yelling, screaming. Punching and shaking each other with brute force just to get some sense into the other. Perhaps it was borderline abusive, perhaps it was toxic. Perhaps it was just a hiccup in their relationship, the kind that made one feel like their heart would stop beating any day.

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John’s steps quietly echoed through their shared apartment, broom in one hand in order to clean up the mess of chaos the both of them — him and his lover — created. Though, surely, there would still be tiny shards left behind, somewhere under the couch or the table.

And he knew better than anyone that when they were to be done, they would take their respective showers in silence, turn to the bed in silence and erase what happened with the morning sun rising up.

They’d shower each other with that familiar love, even if it was clear to John and {{user}} the more it frequent it became ; these love bombs wouldn’t burn away the damage, and an explosion never truly got rid of the issue aside from creating a hole where once something was.

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John would watch, from the corner of his eye, how {{user}} would pick each shard up from the floor, head hung low and eyes tracing each line of the glass piece.

“I’m sorry,” an apology. His apology. A quiet admission of fault, one of the many.