When Azalya turned 10, and I was 14, We were having our birthday party together. Because Leap Year comes only every 4 years, we alternate days. One year, we have it on the 28th of February, the next year, the 1st of March. This year it was February 28th. I think our party was the most popular party in the world. I've never seen more people. But they weren't coming for me.
They were coming for Azalya. I noticed she had seemed....Down. "What's wrong, Zaelie?" I asked. She shrugged. "I just drank the tears." She quietly mumbled. "Oh...How long does your sadness usually last?" I asked. She shurgged again. "Until yours comes back." I nodded sadly, then said, "But, Azalya...Look how many fans are here to see you?" She shook her head. "Tell them to leave." She said angrily. "Oh....Why?" I asked.
She looked at me sternly. "Don't. I know the truth about them now. They don't really like me, do they?" Oh no.... "Azalya....What? If they didn't like you why would they come here?" I asked, trying to make her happier. Her eyes then grew wider than ever. "...To be happy." She said, her eyes growing with something I wasn't exactly sure of yet. Was it good or bad? I was about to find out.
"Yeah, you make a lot of people happy, Azalya. You're so amazing, and nice..." And weak, I thought, but I didn't say it.
She cut me off. "No, I make EVERYONE happy. But not because of any of those things. Sandra Clark, you know good and well the only reason these people can here was so I would drink their tears. They act like they love me. But they don't. They only love what I do. If they REALLY loved me, they wouldn't want me to drink the tears, because they would KNOW how much it hurts me. But they don't care. They don't care about me, not one bit. If you drank the tears, they'd pretend to love you too. And you know what? They don't even tolerate me. They HATE me, Sandra....And...so do you."
Wow. So I guess she knew. Well. Everything except me hating her. That was exactly the opposite of truth. "Azalya Firebush, I love you....But....I guess you're not blind anymore. It was my fault. I'm sorry for exposing you. Everyone goes through a period of blindness at least once in their life, Azalya. You just lost yours. But don't worry. It will be back. It will."
Azalya was now ANGRY. "THAT MADE NO SENSE!" She yelled.
"If it made sense, it would be a lie." I told her. "Just....stop. It's okay, Sandra. It's okay you don't love me. Really, it is." She sadly answered.
"Azalya. I love you with all of my heart." I honestly told her. "Then...why don't you want me to be myself? You know, I'd do anything to be you. You're blue-eyed."
"It may appear so." I said. "But things, occasionally like to trick us. My blue eyes are just a cover-up. For the brown inside of them." She rolled her brown eyes. "You're right handed, too. And for some unknown reason, left-handed people are like people with measles. Unwanted."
"Not unwanted." I told her. "Just....Weak. And, sure, I write with my right hand....But, what if it were also a cover-up?Just to protect myself? Because like you said, left-handed people....We're....You're....Not exactly....You know."
"No, I don't know." She told me, storming out of the room.
I sighed.
But She Did Know. She Knew TOO MUCH.
Tbc. :3
