Many May

Jizzie Angst(3)

Lizzie POV

     I always wondered what I looked like. The last time I saw anything was when I was one day old. The reason? I wasn't blind. I was an enigma. Enigmas are all cursed. Anything we look at dies. We cant take off out blindfold in fear that something will be reflective, or something will be there. It gets tiring. 

     I was no different from any other enigma. I had the same curse. I was quite lucky, though. I didn't kill my mother, which is very rare. Most parents die, and the rest of the enigmas have to come and extract the baby. My mother lived, even if she didn't want anything to do with me, she still survived, so that's something. 

     I was quite the social butterfly for enigmas. A social butterfly among my kind was the one person who stands in a corner for the entire party. Most just wouldn't go. The introverts? You don't know they exist. 

     So after all this, you can understand why I was confused when Joel said I was cute. 

     "Wh-what do you mean?" 

     "I mean that you beautiful, your pretty, your gorgeous, you cute, and of course, better looking than anyone else I have ever seen." He confirmed. 

     "Really?" I asked. 

     "Yeah! Have you not seen yourself recently?" He questioned. I winced. 

     "I haven't seen myself ever." I muttered. 

     "Why not?" He sounded confused. 

     "The reason why enigmas wear blindfolds is because we kill anyone we look at Joel. If I look at myself, I die." 

    "Wow." He breathed. "Drop dead gorgeous." 

     "Joel!" I scolded. 

     "What? I'm just saying the truth!" He giggled. 

     "Well, uhh, maybe. . ." I didn't have a response to that. 

     "I love you." Wait, what? 

     "Joel?" 

     "I love you Lizzie. I have since the moment I met you and I can't hide it anymore." 

     "I love you too." I responded. "But. . ." 

     "But what?" He sounded worried. 

     "We can't be together. Everything could go wrong." 

     "And everything can go right! We could do. . . Your tears are black. . ?" 

     I'm crying? I put my hand to my face. I'm crying. 

     "Hey. I'm not mad, please don't cry!" He tried to soothe me. It wasn't him that made me cry though. It was everything from the hatred I got even as a small child to the ignorant and stupid people who think that it's a good idea to try and see my eyes. It was everything built up from all of those years. 

     I started sobbing now. I ran at Joel and hugged him. He hugged me back. I started telling him everything through broken sentences and half said words. He understood everything. 

     "I'm sorry! I don't wanna be an enigma anymore!" I cried. 

     "Then let's go make you a human." He said. As I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I thought one last thing. 

     Maybe we can do this. . .