beautiful | daniel howell

r

day five: friday.
reason five: your mind.

today, they'd decided to take a walk through the parks forests. it was a magnificent place, filled with cherry-blossom trees, hundreds of wild flowers dotted around the fields and wildlife scuttering around. there were rainbows of colours spread out across the scenery as the large lake glistened in every direction.

"i think that this is the place i'd want to get married you know. right there." elodie pointed towards a huge cherry-blossom tree that stood opposite the lake. "it's beautiful."

"would you hire a wedding planner or do it all yourself?" dan asked intrigued.

"both. i mean i wouldn't be able to do it all myself but i'm not letting some stranger plan my entire wedding." she laughed out loud with dan. he thought for a while before speaking again.

"what if it wasn't a stranger?" he looked elodie in her eyes, hope in his own and a smile plastered across his lips.

"i guess it would be alright. but who would it be?" she asked sarcasticly.

"well i wouldn't know."

"hm. who will ever plan my wedding now?" elodie threw her hands into the air dramaticly.

"why here?"

"i like it. the view. but i'd have to hire the area or somthing so people don't disturb anything."

"good point." dan clicked his fingers making fingerguns as he noded.

"it would be small too, intimate. just close friends and family."

"and a fiance." dan added. elodie laughed in response.

"yes daniel, a fiance would be required for a wedding."

time flew by as they continued their walk laughing at each other stupid jokes.

"i think that all people are scared." she blurted out after a while.

"meaning?" i guess i kind of knew what she meant.

"meaning, i think that everyone is scared. of everything. i believe that everyone is fucked up...and we all need help. but that's not out fault. that's just the way we are and we can't change that. some people however, don't accept that, which is a shame because it just makes it harder for everyone to accept how they are themselves. how does anyone expect us to accept ourselves if everyone else has made it so hard for us to do so? 'you shouldn't be this.' ' you shouldn't be that.' 'you can't do that.' 'you shouldn't be like that.' 'no, you can't be bisexual.' 'no you can't be pansexual, or agender, or none-binary.' how does anyone expect us not to cry, not to get upset, not to let it get to us when its all we hear? 'depression is just a phase, it's not real.' 'get over it.' 'don't be scared.' 'there's nothing to feel bad about.' 'just eat something. you'll feel better.' no! they don't get it. they don't understand how hard it is. it makes everyone scared."

once elodie had finished ranting, they both sat down by the cherry tree she mentioned earlier. dan nodded agreeing to everything she said. his smile simply couldn't be any bigger. "i'm bisexual. so thank you." she squeezed his hand smiling brightly as they continued talking about multiple topics including genders and sexuality. dan really loved how anyone could identify as whatever they wanted, and elodie would accept them no matter what.

"they could want to identify themselves a fricking chocolate chip if they wanted to." she mentioned.

"could i identify as a potato then?" dan asked half serious half joking.

"absolutely."

"elodie?" she looked at him with her wide eyes.

"yeah?"

"reason five, your mind."