Super long hiatus. Sorry! That was unintentional!
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Just in case anyone's wondering, the answer to last chapter's question was Pioneer Pete, who sadly burned down because of Perry.
Short entry, but it's definitely one of my favorites. It mildly tackles a social issue, one that's pretty close to my heart. :)
Episode Tag to: [Open Tag]
Chronicle #067
"Neon"
01/12/16
10:27 PM
Amaranth;
Can I tell you something? I don't like holding your hand. Actually, most of the time, I only end up doing it because you take my hand when I'm not paying attention. It's not because I'm disgusted or anything. It's just that my palms get sweaty when I'm around you. I think it's because I still get so nervous. Though we've been together for months, I still get clumsy and tongue-tied, which really doesn't help my confidence.
I love it when you smile or laugh at the things I say, because then I feel good about myself. It's always nice to see that I've made you happy, because honestly? You make me happy, too. You're funny and very witty. You're so smart, and sometimes I have to work to keep up with you.
I like hearing you hum or sing under your breath when you're listening to music. You only do it when you think no one's around because you're worried that your voice could negatively affect your listeners, thanks to your bionics. But I've heard you a few times. You've got such a beautiful voice, and you seem to love using it. I wish you didn't feel like to hold it in. Maybe one day you don't have to anymore. You'd master your ability, and then you can sing along to your favorite songs out loud whenever you want to.
There are so many things about you that I like and love. There are many things and many ways you make me feel. I doubt I can list all of them, though, because I would go on forever. And even then, I would still keep on going, because I'm starting to see that learning about the other person is a constant thing in all kinds of relationships.
Still, I know it's not easy. Not only do we have to deal with the differences that come between us from time to time (I'm really sorry about accidentally breaking your favorite headphones), we also have to deal with other people. I know it hurt you when I finally introduced all of you to my grandparents last week, and my grandma started to act meanly to you when she found out about us. It only made it worse that she was so nice and smiling whenever she was with Era or Storm or Miles, but then she was standoffish whenever you tried to communicate with her.
But, it's not you. She's just never liked any girl that she thinks would take me away more from her. It's gotten better this past year, but for some reason she reverted back to it. She doesn't hate you. Believe me, she doesn't. She probably just hates the idea of me growing up.
Over time, she'll come to like you, you'll see. I'm sure she would.
Besides my grandma, there are also those other people, ones that, though they have absolutely nothing to do with us, have rather strong opinions about us. When we went on that field trip a few days ago, you asked me why some people stared at us when we walked down the street together. At first, you said you thought that it was because they had seen me on TV during the Presidential awards. But then, you also said you realized that that wasn't it because the way they stared was not due to recognition but to disgust and bewilderment. They directed it to both of us.
I thought about joking around and just moving past it since in the long run, it doesn't really matter, but then that wouldn't be fair and kind to you. So, I told you about the same ugly truth that I've told Adam, Bree, and Chase years ago just when they were coming to know the world. I took your hand, held it, and asked you what you saw. You told me you saw our hands. I told you that to some people it's not what they see. "They see this, and this," I said, turning our joined hands together to show yours and then turning it to show mine. I told you that's what they focus on.
You then asked why it would be a big deal. The colors of our skin differ, yes, but why does it matter? I told you honestly that I don't know. It's probably because they think we'll contaminate each other.
"Like a disease?" you asked.
"Yeah," I said.
You thought about it for a moment, and then you asked, "Do you care about what other people say?"
I only smiled at you then said, "Storm once told me I've learned how not to care. She said I'm heartless."
You smiled. You let go of my hand but instead held onto my arm, and then you leaned your head on my shoulder. After that, you told me one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard you say: "Okay. Then let's be like that. Let's be tragic and heartless together. Let's become another poem in the galaxy."
I agreed in silence, and that night we sat out in the balcony by the dorms, our feet dangling off over the ocean as we looked up at the stars.
I must be a coward because I can't get myself to tell you all of these things. Isn't that sad? I wrote you this letter to tell you the things I love and like about you as well as the things I worry about when it comes to us, but you probably won't ever get to read it.
Still, it doesn't change the fact that I'm falling hard for you. It's like that time when I was in such a hurry to get help after Miles sprained her ankle that I fell off the stairs. It was disconcerting and was as painful as could be. But, with us, I'm okay with getting lost and hurt, as long as it means I'd get to say with you and being with you until there's no more being.
Sincerely,
Leo
01/13/16
12:18 AM
The Chase Chronicles
What was the name of the girl Leo first liked (at least during the series)? Quick clue: she's also a blonde.
Reviews and answers are appreciated! Three more Chronicles to go, you guys!