Us? Forever.

Chapter Six: Something About Her

Chapter Six: Something About Her

Curiosity got the best of me, so I checked out her profile.

Her description read: she was aromantic and just looking to make friends.

I felt a small wave of disappointment. That wasn’t exactly what I was hoping for.

But my smile quickly returned when I saw her profile picture.

It was an anime.

I opened her messages.

Sakura: Hello, how are you doing?

Sakura: Are you really an anime girl or did you just put that?

It felt a little awkward, but I smiled and replied anyway.

Motoko: Hi, I’m good. What about you?

Motoko: If “otaku” rings a bell, then you’ll know I’m not posing 😉

Sakura: I’m good. How’s your day going?

Sakura: Oh, you’re an otaku. That’s cool then.

I laughed softly at that.

Motoko: Well… it just got interesting. What about yours?

Motoko: My turn—do you listen to K-pop?

Sakura: The usual. I’m not complaining though, it’s kinda cool.

Sakura: Honestly, I don’t know if I have. I’ve heard people talk about it, but I never really bothered to check it out.

Motoko: Oh, okay. I understand.

Silence.

My mind immediately started spiraling.

Did I just get blocked?

Gosh… what do I do now?

I stared at the screen, unsure of what to say next.

Then another message came in.

Sakura: I’m going to get a little personal. It’s up to you to respond if you feel like it… I’m just kind of curious.

Without hesitating, I replied.

Motoko: Sure, go ahead.

I paused after sending it, slightly surprised at myself.

Sakura: So… are you really a lesbian?

Motoko: Well… yeah, I am.

The question didn’t feel weird.

And somehow… that was what felt weird.

Sakura: For how long? Why? No offense—I’m just curious, like I said earlier.

Motoko: Don’t worry, I understand.

Motoko: I think I’ve always known… since primary school. I just refused to accept it for a long time.

Motoko: But it’s who I am. I can’t deny it anymore.

Motoko: So… how long? My whole life.

I stared at the screen for a moment.

This was getting crazy.

I had never been this open with a stranger before.

What was going on?

Not that I hated it.

If anything… I liked it.

And that alone felt strange.

Normally, I wouldn’t talk this much to someone I barely knew.

But with her… it felt easy.

Too easy.

Like she was pulling the words out of me without even trying.

I was getting lost in the conversation.

In her.

She was straightforward. Direct.

And for some reason…

I loved it.