I unlocked the door marked "13-C" and walked into my cozy home. There were cute decorations everywhere, and a lot of things looked hand-painted. I glanced at my blue fish, Midnight, as he swam around in his isolated beta-fish-ness of a tank. A cat meowed as she pranced over towards me, begging for some cuddles.
"Hiii, Rosie!" I smiled as I picked the gray and white cat up. Rosie replied with her sassy cat-ness.
I heard (and smelled) some cooking in the kitchen. I walked over to see my girlfriend, Shanti, cooking some spicy Indian food. I always loved her food.
Shanti wasn't basic, like me. She had brown skin, light green eyes, and curly, ink black hair that she managed to pull so well. Of course, she had affordable clothes, too.
"Babe, your hair's a mess," I stated, since it was true. Usually it was so well planned, but now it was tied in the most rushed ponytail I've ever seen.
"Good evening to you, too—" Shanti froze after she turned around to look at me. I followed her gaze to my arm.
"Oh, I-I'm fine!" I assured her.
"Emily, your arm is bleeding."
I sighed, "Shanti, I'll fix it u—"
Before I could say anything else, Shanti ran over to a first aid kit and bandaged me up two seconds later. I swear, that girl has super speed.
"Quit getting yourself in trouble," she muttered as she wrapped the bandages around my arm.
"I'm not! I told you, I was at the gym!" I gave her my excuse.
"Then how did this happen?"
"Uh...a piece of equipment was faulty."
"Sue the gym."
"No!" I blurted out, "...it's no big deal, Shanti!"
Shanti frowned, "It is to me."
"It's my arm, isn't it?"
"Fine," she stated. She stopped asking questions after that.
Shanti and I met in a Creative Arts competition, where Shanti displayed her paintings and I displayed my violin. We were impressed by each other and kept in touch. And look at us now. We've been dating for 2 years now, yet I never told her anything about my magic voice. I was fighting Poison Lotus since I was 18, and not even my parents know anything.
It felt wrong for my girlfriend to not know.
A lot of things felt wrong lately. Our new apartment felt wrong, cutting my parents off because they were racist to Shanti felt wrong, Shanti's parents cutting her off because they were homophobic felt wrong, and my superhero persona being hidden from my girlfriend felt wrong. I just hoped I'd get used to it, but it's been 2 years, and I'm still feeling wrong.
"I made butter chicken," Shanti said.
Well, at least that makes me feel right.
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the bermuda triangle
Actiononce upon a time, in a land known as New York City, there was a half-siren known as Bermuda, living among the common people. her enemy, Poison Lotus, had a terrifying, evil plan up her sleeve, but was smart enough to never give the lengthy expositio...
