Unorthodox Love

ChaPTER SeventEen

I choked on my spit from the words Xavier said. He just told me that he could do the impossible, how could it not shock me? I've been told my whole life that I was hopeless, I had no chance, at all.

I cried about it every night until I accepted the fact my world would remain colorless for the rest of my life. I've drilled it in to my head that it was a known fact.

But here I am now, being told that I had a chance.

Xavier patted my back, "Are you okay?" He asked, worry laced in his tone.

"Peachy." I choked out.

Now that it was possible, I actually felt hollow. Would I want to see color? Would I want to change everything?

"Hey, if you don't want to do it then you don't have to."

I snapped my head to his direction. "Of course I want to do it!" I remebered what I told Axel on that failed date with Kaden.

I would do anything to see color.

"I don't think that's the final answer." He eyed me carefully asessing my features. "I'll give you some time to think it through." He said as final.

Was it my final answer?

I groaned, falling back to my bed.

I don't know anymore.

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I looked at the painted walls of my old room. I decided to come back home, my real home, when I got discharged. Xavier couldn't come with me, and to be frank, I liked it that way.

For once I wanted silence.

I traced my finger across the wall. My room was still as it was when I left it. My journals, books, clothes, furniture, were all still here. My room was still messy like it always was, and it made me smile.

It's good to know that this place wouldn't change.

I looked at the walls again. It fascinated me, all the patterns and shades varied, making it so much more beautiful. I painted my room with shades I could see, but I managed to make it beautiful.

I sighed.

I remembered those days when I would be left alone since I always wore black, white, ore grey. And as a child nobody would want to see a kid wearing such a dull color. I remembered the teasing why I couldn't tell which color was which. I remembered crying to sleep. I remembered pain.

So much pain.

But if I got a new shot and avoid all that would I take it?

I could live a normal life. A life everyone has. No longer unique, different, or unorthodox.

Just plain normal.

But do I want to have a normal life?

I couldn't answer such a hard question so I did the most ratoinal thing a seventeen year old could do.

I picked up the 8-ball laying on my desk. "Would I want a normal life?" I asked the ball of plastic in my hand. I shookit violently for aroud five or more times.

Concentrate and ask again, It wrote.

I grunted in annoyance but did so anyway. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I drawled out my words as if I was talking to a real child, but I was talking to an inanimate object.

Ask again later.

I tried again.

Reply hazy try again.

My patience was running thin on this toy now. I shook it vigorously, gripping it tightly. "Just say yes!" I screamed at the toy.

After I lost my energy I sat on my bed and watched as the blue tint moved around the tiny screen. It was doing the same thing for around a minute now and I was once again growing impatient, but the moving slowed.

Signs point to yes--

Then it changed to

Better not tell you now.

I frowned, not knowing how should I react. Maybe it's the place, it's giving me bad vibes. I got up and left my room.

I was supposed to be at peace.

So I went to the place where peace was everywhere.

Pour and peruse was a quiant small book store and cafe all together. It was a home for readers, writers, and people who want peace. People could read from their library while sipping on coffee, or buy a book or coffee then leave.

As I entered the warm smell of caffeine and newly bought paperbacks greeted me. I looked around seeing more people than usual, this place definitely got more famous through the years.

I went ahead to the shelves of the library, picking up a random book, Pride and Prejudice. Although I've read this multiple times  I still find myself reading it over and over again, not really feeling sick of it.

At least not yet.

I turned to go to the table in the corner but as I passed by an aisle I found something I didn't expect finding, or more like someone.

Axel wasn't even looking at books, he looked like he was looking for something else. I hid behind a bookshelf but still managed to see he clearly. He looked left and right, abive the shelves and even below, earning a few weird looks from other customers.

He heaved a sigh but then froze. His eyes scanned up towards the bookshelf I was hiding behind and then zeroed into me.

His eyes flashed with relief, he opened to speak but before he could I left.

Did you honestly expect me to face him? Facing him would be like facing my greatest fear.

Yes, I feared him.

Axel Maverick was my greatest fear.