May 11, 2019
Today was Mayfest, and I woke up early as I could. Though I showed up alone. I met the Reapers brother and sister in law. They told me that he was at home, with the Dragoness. I'm not that surprised, but it was nice to know that he's enjoying the weather how he intended. They were nice to give me a ride back home. That's when I told them my thoughts on the two. I tried to get it out, but I couldn't unless risking my friendship woth them. It wasn't so bad, I went back with the Sportsman. We've spent time with his friends and tried out each individual BBQ stand that were in a contest. It was great.
That was when I entered an odd mood. I saw the Reapers and the Symbiotes vehicles at the comic shop. My body froze up, I wanted to avoid them because I know I would be a ghost to them with the small voice. The Sportsman friend wanted to go there. Reluctantly I went, but I wqs anxious the entire time. If they were their, the Tigress was there too. Luckily they weren't there.
Today was strange for me. Until I saw them. They seemed happy, playing pokemon go together. I don't know why, but depression hit me hard. The Reaper and the Witch waved. It gave me a glimmer of happiness, but still, reality loves to torture my mind. The Sportsman is still telling me to give up on them since they were ghosting me, but I can't alienate them, or rather I won't. I want all my friends to break free from their shadow selves. I'm starting to miss the old days.
It wasn't long until the Sportsman left my place, and the Reaper catching on. After my talk with him, I've learned that the Witch only wants a female mate and the Tigress has someone. The Reaper believes she'll just use him like she did me. I believe it. I even told him about the proof the Sportsman provided, but sad to say it wasn't relevant anymore. The Symbiote learned of the Reaper and the Dragoness being a couple. He wasn't pleased. Yet he brought this onto his self.
I'm with them now and let's say talking about it with everyone is difficult. I can't bring myself to vent my true feelings without holding back. I'm afraid of the backlash. Now we're going to the comic shop to meet the Tigress for a game of cards. My heart feels like it's shutting down. I can't even fake my smile or my old self anymore.
Turns out, we didn't play cards, but it was nice to see their old selves and laugh. Maybe this was an act to return my smile, maybe it was real. I don't know. Sad to say it didn't last long. The Hero insulted the Dragoness one night, now the Reaper is furious. I guess it was too good to be true. Honestly glad I didn't fire his weapon when we were out of the city. That mental vision of a barrel to my head, would slowly forge reality.
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The Tigress, The Witch, and The Broken One
NonfiksiA journal that tells a tale of love most poison, choices most hazardous, heart most damaged