Chapter Seven: A Different Kind of Truth
Sakura: Thanks 😊
Sakura: Wow… that’s interesting.
Sakura: Wait, so you’ve never dated guys?
Motoko: I have, but it never worked out. I just wasn’t… well, good at being with guys.
For the first time, thinking about it didn’t make me feel sad.
Maybe it was because I had finally accepted myself.
Sakura: Okay… interesting.
I laughed softly.
That was a weird answer.
Motoko: Oh really?
Motoko: And you… what’s your SO?
I paused.
Wait—
I just abbreviated.
That’s something I only do with my friends.
I was about to send another message to explain when hers came in.
Sakura: Do you mean s****l orientation? Or something else?
I froze.
Did she really just get that?
People rarely did.
A wide smile spread across my face.
Motoko: Yeah… you got it.
Sakura: Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve just never felt any attraction toward guys. I’ve dated a lot—I mean, a lot—but I never felt anything.
Sakura: So I thought maybe I should try girls… maybe I was a lesbian instead. But it was the same result. I dated a few, and still… nothing.
Sakura: I just know I’m aromantic.
I felt a strange sadness settle in my chest as I read her messages.
It was… relatable.
But at the same time, it wasn’t.
I knew who I was.
She didn’t.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Not knowing something so important about yourself…
That had to hurt.
Motoko: I’m really sorry about that. I hope… someday, you find the right person for you.
My throat tightened slightly.
But why?
I didn’t understand it.
Maybe I just felt bad for her.
But she was a stranger.
So why did it hurt this much?
Everything was starting to feel… strange.
The way she spoke so openly.
The way I responded so easily.
It was all happening too naturally.
My thoughts started spiraling again.