Ransom Within the family, we had no secrets. Our lives were intertwined, and the darkness that came with our way of life was something we all shared. Accepted. Had been born into. But for ten years, Iāve had one thing that was mine. Something I kept to myself. A source of light when things got heavy. The nerdy, overlooked tutor from high school who had been a breath of fresh air while helping me pass British Literature was someone I hadnāt let go of. Sure, it had been ten years since weād seen each other, but that wasnāt important. Our texting was what I needed. Her wittiness had the ability to make me laugh and lighten my mood with her comebacks. She had never tried to impress me or flirt. It was the strongest relationship Iād ever had with a female, but it was also platonic, which was why it lasted. Noa Raines was my calm in the storms of life, and I wouldnāt do anything to jeopardize that.
Noa When faced with a situation you werenāt expecting and have no idea how to navigate, one normally asks for advice from someone they trust. Typically, Iād text out my problem to my texting pen pal and ask him what to do. Except this time, my issue was with him. In the flesh, in front of me, glaring at me like heād rather lick the bottom of his shoe than speak to me. I had no logical reason why he should dislike me on sight. He didnāt recognize me, that I knew. The name heād been given was my pen name. One I had actually chosen because of him. Ironic that heād made a snarky comment about it. How was the man sitting across from me the same one Iād talked to almost daily for ten years? This man was cruel, rude, and although he was still mouthwatering, I didnāt like him. And he didnāt deserve to know who I was now. Iād walk out of here keeping that to myself. The next time he texted, heād go unanswered. If he wanted to treat others so harshly, then Iād return the favor.
Ransom Within the family, we had no secrets. Our lives were intertwined, and the darkness that came with our way of life was something we all shared. Accepted. Had been born into. But for ten years, Iāve had one thing that was mine. Something I kept to myself. A source of light when things got heavy. The nerdy, overlooked tutor from high school who had been a breath of fresh air while helping me pass British Literature was someone I hadnāt let go of. Sure, it had been ten years since weād seen each other, but that wasnāt important. Our texting was what I needed. Her wittiness had the ability to make me laugh and lighten my mood with her comebacks. She had never tried to impress me or flirt. It was the strongest relationship Iād ever had with a female, but it was also platonic, which was why it lasted. Noa Raines was my calm in the storms of life, and I wouldnāt do anything to jeopardize that.
Noa When faced with a situation you werenāt expecting and have no idea how to navigate, one normally asks for advice from someone they trust. Typically, Iād text out my problem to my texting pen pal and ask him what to do. Except this time, my issue was with him. In the flesh, in front of me, glaring at me like heād rather lick the bottom of his shoe than speak to me. I had no logical reason why he should dislike me on sight. He didnāt recognize me, that I knew. The name heād been given was my pen name. One I had actually chosen because of him. Ironic that heād made a snarky comment about it. How was the man sitting across from me the same one Iād talked to almost daily for ten years? This man was cruel, rude, and although he was still mouthwatering, I didnāt like him. And he didnāt deserve to know who I was now. Iād walk out of here keeping that to myself. The next time he texted, heād go unanswered. If he wanted to treat others so harshly, then Iād return the favor.