I think I might be scared of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid and how it gets in the way
“That is pretty amazing,” Aeneas tells me, and I shuffle a little bit beneath the praise. I know that mother worries, a little, that I am too quiet, too shy. Sometimes I wonder if she wishes I were more bold, more like Diana. Sometimes I wish I were more like Diana. She does not seem afraid of anything, and I-I am too cautious.
“I have never been to Terrastella,” I say, with a little bit of wonder and a little bit of anxiety. It is a very long ways away, and to go alone seems like a feat unimaginable. But, when I think of all of the things that I could learn there that I cannot learn at home, it almost seems worth it, “I will find you, if I visit.”
It is not a promise, but it is the best that I can do. I don’t know how to tell him that I am not as loved by the desert as my sister, and thus I do not know what to expect of other lands. So far, Delumine has not been as pleasant as I was hoping.
I look up at the other boy and realize I have been waiting, all this time, for him to treat me as the weird kid who knows too much and says too little. “I am too, Aeneas,” but what I come to find is that this is true, and he does not seem to see me that way. “I would appreciate your help,” a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips, timid but genuine.
“I have never been to Terrastella,” I say, with a little bit of wonder and a little bit of anxiety. It is a very long ways away, and to go alone seems like a feat unimaginable. But, when I think of all of the things that I could learn there that I cannot learn at home, it almost seems worth it, “I will find you, if I visit.”
It is not a promise, but it is the best that I can do. I don’t know how to tell him that I am not as loved by the desert as my sister, and thus I do not know what to expect of other lands. So far, Delumine has not been as pleasant as I was hoping.
I look up at the other boy and realize I have been waiting, all this time, for him to treat me as the weird kid who knows too much and says too little. “I am too, Aeneas,” but what I come to find is that this is true, and he does not seem to see me that way. “I would appreciate your help,” a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips, timid but genuine.
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we start with stars in our eyes
we start believing that we belong
we start believing that we belong
