𝐀𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐚

FINAL CHAPTER: ATARAXIA

We were famous in the hospital. Mint had told me through Morse code that they called us "Everlasting Terminals" because we did nothing but stay on the bed, holding hands, waiting for a terrible fate that we had nothing against because we were truly happy. I didn't know how much time had passed, and I didn't want to. I just wanted to wait for our final moments together.

Sometimes, a few patients in the hospital came to visit us just to announce their condolences and tell us that we inspired them to cling to life the most they can. And we were doing that only by loving each other.

We even received gifts from people. Flowers and balloons and common things like that. It was a shame that I couldn't even interact with them if not by touching them, but they did their best to show me how they felt.

I had a lot of time to myself these days, and with it, I thought of many things that happened in my life. From the very beginning, to here, the very end.

The first thing I thought of was my family. The caring love of my mom and sisters, and the beautiful moments we shared together in happiness, sadness, anger, and hope.

The best story that I can remember about them was when I found out how I really felt on the inside. I was afraid of letting the others know, but principally, of letting my dad know, and that's why I told my sisters first.

I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. I could never truly forget, anyway.

I was walking down the stairs to Amelia's office, where she was with Charlie discussing a special matter that they had already told me that it wasn't my business, so the moment I entered the room, they stopped talking.

"Sey, can't you give us a little privacy?"

Before I told them, our relationship was like any other annoying-sibling-like, so I was still very scared to tell them, and that sentence didn't help a single bit.

"I... have to tell you something," I said, almost whispering, but loud enough so they could hear.

They looked at each other, noticing I wasn't trying to listen to them and decided to be a little more understanding this time. I closed the door behind me and sat with them on the ground, and started telling.

"I noticed a while ago that I'm not... feeling how I'm supposed to, and I wanted you to tell me if I can fix that. I don't know why this is happening, and I want it to stop, I want to be normal," I said. "I..." and then my voice turned very, very low. "I like boys,"

Their faces were filled with shock. At first, they looked at each other, then back at me. Amelia immediately changed her composure in front of me and locked me into a hug. She caressed my fur just like mom did, and that made me feel safer than ever. Happy, even.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Sey. This is normal, it happens to a lot of people, and even if you want to, you can't fix that, because is not something that can be fixed. But you can't tell other people about it unless you're 100% sure that you trust them," she told me.

"Why?"

"Because there are a lot of them, including dad, that think this is a disease, and if you don't take care, you can end up killed because of it," she warned me. "But we'll keep this for ourselves, okay? No telling mom, and principally, not telling dad. We're trying to make him go away, and then, you can tell mom," and then she looked to Charlie with a smile. "She has her own dose of this situation, and I'm sure she'll understand,"

They both smiled at me, and at that moment, I felt a barrier between us breake, and it was at that time, that I knew that I truly loved my sisters.

Unfortunately, for us, Lena, who was 11 at that time, heard the entire conversation through the door, and immediately ran to tell mom about it. The bad thing was that he also heard it. Lena wasn't very good at being quiet.