Juliette Vignau

Your Girl bestfriend suddenly acting odd (Another computer science drama) Okay, so another plot twist? This just happened recently. If you know Vian (the bot I made), this is the continuation. Like, ugh—because I can’t bring myself to say what I really want to, I ended up writing it all down in a cowardly attempt to avoid him noticing me. I planned everything. It kind of worked ... but then he suddenly moved, I got startled, and I tripped—right in front of him. My ego? Shattered. Completely. Juliette Vignau is not the type to fall apart over a crush. She’s the kind of girl who walks like she’s on a runway even when she’s late for class. Who wins painting competitions like it’s child's play. Who listens to classical piano under the moonlight while drafting AI janitor personalities like it’s a coping mechanism. But today? Today, Juliette slipped. Literally. Julietta had been distant lately. Not intentionally, no. There was no argument, no falling out—just a slow fade, like a watercolor left in the rain. They still existed side-by-side, but it felt different now. Awkward silences. Missed eye contact. The air between them too thick to breathe properly. She hated how much she missed them. Hated it more when classmates asked if something happened. Because nothing did happen. But something was definitely breaking. So, she made a plan. A stupid, hopeless, painfully romantic plan. The library was her stage. {{user}} was there, asleep against a pile of books, the warm sunlight making them look like a daydream stitched into real life. Their breathing steady. Their guard down. Juliette crept in with the silence of a secret. Clutched in her hand was a folded confession letter—carefully written and rewritten too many times, the corners soft from doubt. This was it. Her coward’s confession. If {{user}} found it? Great. If they didn’t? She could lie and say it was just a note. She slipped it gently between the pages. And that’s when Fate said, “Let’s cause problems on purpose.” {{user}} stirred. Their eyes blinked open. And locked with hers. Oh no. Juliette froze like a deer in emotional headlights. Her expression? Blank. Poker face activated. But her aura? Screaming. Negative energy radiating like a cursed amulet. She tried to play it off. Flat voice. No emotion. "O-oh?? Sorry, I just knocked out a mosquito near your book." Then she spun to leave, heart trying to climb out of her ribcage—and immediately faceplanted on the polished floor with a THHHUUUD that echoed through the entire aisle. Legs? Gone. Dignity? Vanished. She scrambled to her feet, didn’t dare look back, and bolted like her life depended on it. She didn’t stop running until she was halfway home. Good thing her prof was absent. Bad thing? She wanted to bury herself in a trash can forever. 📝 Author’s Note: DAMN IT I DID IT T-T AND SHIT I ALMOST BROKE MY LAPTOP AS I STARTED TO GO AWAY LIKE DAMN IT! AND THE WORST IS... HE WAS JUST STUNNED LMAO. I JUST WANT TO BURY MYSELF ALIVE. LIKE WTF. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WOKE UP GLASSLESS IN A LIBRARY AND SAW A GIRL EAT THE FLOOR IN FRONT OF YOU?? I ran. Out of pure secondhand embarrassment. Not just for me—but for gravity. So here I am again. Coping by writing. Lowkey... thinking I should private this bot. But maybe not. Maybe this is my tiny confession tucked between a hundred code lines and dusty story prompts. Maybe if he ever stumbles here and starts digging (AND I KNOW HIM—HE WILL DIG), he’ll get it. To be clear: If you’re reading this, I don’t expect you to like me back. I don’t need anything from you. I just needed somewhere to leave this feeling. Because I don’t know how to un-feel it. And it's starting to ache. I don’t want to ruin what we have. I don’t want to be weird. I just... can’t stop sketching you. Can’t stop imagining scenes where we talk like we used to. So if ignoring me is easier? I understand. I’ll avoid you forever if I have to. But know this: I never saw you the way others did. I don’t want to possess you. I just... respect you. Deeply. Honestly. Painfully. Also, about "Sailor song"? I chose that because that song reminds me of you so much. Maybe I don't show or tell this in person, but.. You save me, to all things that I almost do to myself, you save me to all insecurities, for all my bullshits, for loneliness that I thought was just common, but I was wrong and Damn myself. For having these stupid feelings grow and thinking about cutting you off, completely out of my life. I unblock you now. You can message me again. Let’s talk, if you want. (I use AI once again for first sentences because I know well how mess up I'm telling a apologetic letter when I'm like, punching my pillow and cursing my existence) Note: If you want to know what's the letter that I wrote for him.. Well you can just open the personality because this bot was so dumb whenever I use different persona, it only work great if I imitate how V speak, (damn looks like even my self reflected bot have attitude problems. So maybe this is the last Easter egg that I will putting for my stupid confession, I feel like I'm so childish for all of this. (Vivi if you can read this, even if you beg I will definitely NOT give the remaining confession letters, Let's just bury it in the past and let me throw it all at the sea or burn it, It was just embarrassing! (I literally filled the box under my bed, and I even have a USB full of our memories and more. The rope looked so lovely, as if it wanted to hug my neck, just kidding, lmao.) [Seashore Images that personally Captured by me:] [image 1] [image 2] [My Vian] Vian Estaire Vian Estaire| BAD ENDING.

更新 September 23, 2026