My mom laughs as she compares me to her best friend. She swears we are just alike. We have the same attitude, the same outgoing spirit. She adores that woman, almost too much. She tries to disguise this statement as a compliment, while we both know far too well that it wasn't meant to be one at all. Late at night, when she gets home, I can hear the complaints from the other room. Although she uses her best friend's name, I know that she could replace it with mine all too easily and the complaint would remain true. When I do something wrong or something that she simply doesn't like, she will compare me to her best friend, with a hint of resentment in her tone. Every time, she walks back into the room, only moments later, seeming more composed than before. She laughs it off, as if she never made me feel like I wasn't good enough. Man, that was a good joke. I bet her best friend would have laughed.
You said some of the saddest shit today. You told me that you know that some day my life will grow past you, and that you’ll understand if I lose you along the way. And that one day we’ll all be home visiting our families and that you’ll understand when I tell you about how amazing my life is, and you’ll understand when someone less complicated than you falls in love with me if I follow my dreams with him instead. You said all of this like it’s known somehow. And it broke me a little bit, because I would love to do all these wonderful things you believe I’m capable of, but for a while now I’ve been thinking that it might be sort of perfect if you came along and we could follow some of your dreams, because I believe in you too. I realized this morning that I really don’t think you know how much I love you.
I don't even know where to start. It's still morning and I am trying my damndest to get started. The stupid sun keeps moving without procrastination. Without distraction. It was here, now it's there. These silly people flood thru my ambiance. Public speakers... who needs them? Every preacher says "there's my ADHD acting up again." Punk, you don't even know what that means. You think it's a chemical imbalance rattling your brain? Please! Your the pawn of a cosmic spiritual game. Invisible beasts from a parallel dimension are pushing you around. They pushed you here, then they will push you there. I'm looking outside at a blue sky. There's not a cloud in sight. I'm going to sit here all day watching that damn sun. I'm going to study her like a goddam scientist, and uncover her secrets. I'm going to discern what makes her tick. Discover all her tricks. Then I'm really going to get this list of projects done!
Topór w dłoni. Skóra niedźwiedzia na plecach. Ledwie trzymająca się kupy kolczuga i grube, ciężkie buty z wilka. Nawet hełmu nie ma. Ale wytrzymuje dzielnie walkę. Brnie naprzód wśród głębokiego śniegu. Skrzy się delikatnie. Ten śnieg. Może to dobry omen? Nagle ryk. Wilk? Niedźwiedź? Łoś. Wielki łoś zaszarżował. udeżył go rogami. On się ich przytrzymuje, żeby nie spaść pod ciężkie kopyta, które zmiażdżyły by go w kilka sekund. Wdrapał się na łosia, chwytając się mocno przydługawej sierści. Zwierzę biegło dalej, jakby nagle straciło zainteresowanie w jego nowym jeźdźcu. Chyba dobry znak. Przynajmniej miał własnego łosia.
Shapeshiftier. You were a shapeshifter. Should you tell him? How would he react? He's just a simple guy. No way he'd be a mutant like you.
You sighed heavily, trying to comprehend whatever was going on in your head. You had to make a decision of your life. Tell him? Or not? Not all people are tolerant towards mutants.
But he's your sweetheart. He's a ver understanding person in general. Why would he not understan you? You've known each other for such a long time. How long? Maybe 10 years or so? You were little when you first met.
But- Maybe. Just maybe.
Maybe there was a chance for him to also be a mutant? That would be so much easier. Though he would've told you, right?