I'm an alien.
And only one person knows it. My best friend.
When I first moved here, I was scared.
I did not know what "friends" mean. Up until now I don't get it.
Why be friend with a stranger?
Who knows what they're thinking.
"Do you miss your home?" she asked me.
"Yeah"
"Why not go back?"
That is also a question I'm asking myself.
My home was more comfortable, it's less scary, it's more familiar.
I learned a lot of things here, like how emotions are both good and evil.
How humanity is quite scary than I expected.
"Do you really believe me?"
"Of course"
"Why? Why would you trust an alien"
"I just know that you're telling the truth" she smiled "And besides being an Alien seems cool"
"But, I'm not normal"
"Who cares? people are weird as well. Sometimes being normal is boring" she sound like she despised being 'normal'.
Despite of not understanding about friendship, I still want to be her friend.
I'm still scared of this unusual planet, but with her I feel safe.
'Why not go back?'
Because of her, I don't want to leave her.
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♡ caza4raia
[Feel free to share some of your your stories here ☆]
It's my first time writing a story about aliens and stuff, hope you liked it.
