Split Personality

A Cave, a Talk, and a Photo at the Olympics

hi, nice to see you again. i hope my youtube sufficed while i was gone. but i am back and we are getting into the deppresso espresso. so here we go!

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Soviet's POV:

It's been two days. Neither of us have caved. Neither of us has spoken anything the other can understand. Maybe he is more stubborn than me. It did take 75 years for him to come back. That's some next level stubbornness.

Actually, the longer he's here, the less he talks. At first he was chatty but now I can't get him to say anything. He avoids eye contact like his life depends on it and he has literally locked himself in the attic two times now. And to add the cherry on top, I haven't seen Pink the whole time. Just Red.

He is currently sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket reading that book Britain gave him. Every once in a while he would take notes in his sketchbook, then go back to reading.

He seems so content. As if nothing is wrong. A happy place I guess. Any breakdowns? You may be asking. Not that I've seen. But I'm almost certain he's had one.

Yesterday he was just wandering around my house. He was in the hallway where all my photos were hung up. He was just looking at them when he stopped. He stopped at a photo of me and him. Long before that fateful day.

There was a post-it note covering his face but he recognized himself. I have that hung up for a reason. To remind myself to not be so gullible and naïve.

He slowly reached up and pulled off the post-it note revealing his face. He stared at himself with a blank face. Then he bit his lip as he was clearly holding back sobs. After a few seconds he ran up to the attic and shut the door, dropping the post-it note on the floor.

He was smiling in the photo. A real smile. The photo was taken at the 1936 Olympic Games. The games taken in his county. It was the first game I was in the audience for, same with him, except he was also the host, so I wanted a photo of me and the host to remember this once in an existence event.

Who knew it would be his first and last. At least he got to. He looked so damn happy. I can't remember a moment from the whole event where he wasn't cheering at the top of his lungs. He didn't care who was winning, he was just happy to be there.

I think at some point his leader told him to shut it. I think during the long jump when Jesse Owens won gold. He didn't care and cheered anyways because it was polite.

I always found the photo funny, I'm almost twice his height which made the photo hard to take. He ended up having to jump for it to work. He got the timing just right and the photo worked. So he's midair in the photo which always made me laugh.

He asked who I was and I said. He said he had seen me before but didn't know how to start conversation. I told him I was new at this and he said; "don't worry! I'm new too! We can be new together!" And he walked off waving goodbye at me with another smile.

Now that I think about it. He seemed so clueless of what his leader was doing the entire time. He thought everything was fine didn't he? Maybe if I just paid more attention none of this would have happened.

Ok, I cave. I'm going to go talk to him.

Red's POV:

I was reading the book Britain let me borrow. It was extremely interesting and very informative. I always wondered where standard time came from. I guess I can thank America and the transcontinental railroad.

I hear Soviet coming over and I hold my breath hoping he'll go away. He doesn't. He sits down in front of me. Now we are both sitting on the couch. He's under a foot away from me. Hell no.