Post by Ophelia Murdoch on Apr 12, 2014 11:47:15 GMT -6
Unfortunately, Ophelia understood what he was telling her. And if he really was like that, it would be nice. But it would be also sorrowful, because she also knew that later all the positiveness could just fly away. She was the perfect example for that.
“That makes sense,” she said slowly. She felt a little sorry for him. The more people believe in someone, the more the ground will hit them after they fell down. Then she looked at his eyes, namely his words actually reached her. “What do you mean by you’re used to sadness and anger all around?” First, she thought he was talking about his ability that he feels others’ feelings, but the people are not always unhappy. Even Ophelia wasn’t always sad, she just couldn’t trust anyone, but it was a different story. So how did he mean that?
When they changed the topic, she felt a little better. She really didn’t want to break the mood, just because of her past.
“Then you should just go to them, and say, ‘It’s time for soccer!' Then I’d steal the basketball from them, so they'll have to play with you,” she said. “But I think they will probably just get back the basketball. So don’t listen to me! I’m really bad at joking, and who knows, maybe one of them have an enchanted hearing. Better, not risk it,” she looked at the players again. They were keep playing so it wasn’t likely that any of them heard her. Or they just didn’t care.
When Franck began to explain her why her words were stupid, she felt a little bad. Maybe, she shouldn’t have tried to convince him that much. However, it was still the right thing to do. It would be more great if she would say to him to go away. Then everything would get back to normal.
But she just couldn't say it aloud. She just couldn’t.
That’s why you don’t talk with seemingly nice people. Because after a time, you can’t say no! She told herself. Somebody should slap me, so I can tell him go away.
“You trust them so much,” she said, surprised. From his words it was obvious that he didn't believe in the “your friend is my friend” thing. Or in the “your enemy is my enemy” stuff. However, Ophelia knew that some people really lived like that. “And I know you won’t... It’s not fair, because you know I don’t want you to leave... But why do you trust the people? Your words showed as if people would be just that nice... Like friendship was about people side by side whatever or whoever they talk to... I mean, it should be, but...” Ophelia was sure that he didn’t understand a word from what she said to him, since she didn’t even speak in whole sentence. She was even confusing herself. “it’s just not. But yeah, your choice who you want to talk or be with. But no, I can’t give credit for them. And... can we just not talk about it? I'm sorry for even bringing this up.”
Ophelia smiled as he was laughing. At least, she could make him laugh after she just told him that something is wrong with him.
“It's good to know,” she said gently. It’s also good to finally not talk about me. She thought, relaxed. “Yeah, you are,” she agreed, smiling. Then she opened her notebook, and began to draw him. She kind of had an idea how she would put him in her picture. She could make everyone a ghost, but Franck could be alive. Like he was seeing the not-real-people in the room. Like he was seeing their goals, and feelings.
No. He wouldn’t see the people. She thought. He could feel them. And just for fan, she could draw a soccer ball next to him, as if he didn’t understand why they had to play basketball... Oh, I just hope I can draw all of this at one paper.
She looked up for a moment, thinking where she could draw Franck, then she decided to put him right where he was in the real world. He was sitting, and looking at the basketball players. So in her picture, he would be still sitting, looking into the player’s direction. The only difference would be that he wouldn’t see them. And the soccer ball would be next to him as she has decided it earlier.
Should I draw myself? She asked herself. No.
While she was drawing, Ophelia hoped that Franck wasn’t all bored.
“That makes sense,” she said slowly. She felt a little sorry for him. The more people believe in someone, the more the ground will hit them after they fell down. Then she looked at his eyes, namely his words actually reached her. “What do you mean by you’re used to sadness and anger all around?” First, she thought he was talking about his ability that he feels others’ feelings, but the people are not always unhappy. Even Ophelia wasn’t always sad, she just couldn’t trust anyone, but it was a different story. So how did he mean that?
When they changed the topic, she felt a little better. She really didn’t want to break the mood, just because of her past.
“Then you should just go to them, and say, ‘It’s time for soccer!' Then I’d steal the basketball from them, so they'll have to play with you,” she said. “But I think they will probably just get back the basketball. So don’t listen to me! I’m really bad at joking, and who knows, maybe one of them have an enchanted hearing. Better, not risk it,” she looked at the players again. They were keep playing so it wasn’t likely that any of them heard her. Or they just didn’t care.
When Franck began to explain her why her words were stupid, she felt a little bad. Maybe, she shouldn’t have tried to convince him that much. However, it was still the right thing to do. It would be more great if she would say to him to go away. Then everything would get back to normal.
But she just couldn't say it aloud. She just couldn’t.
That’s why you don’t talk with seemingly nice people. Because after a time, you can’t say no! She told herself. Somebody should slap me, so I can tell him go away.
“You trust them so much,” she said, surprised. From his words it was obvious that he didn't believe in the “your friend is my friend” thing. Or in the “your enemy is my enemy” stuff. However, Ophelia knew that some people really lived like that. “And I know you won’t... It’s not fair, because you know I don’t want you to leave... But why do you trust the people? Your words showed as if people would be just that nice... Like friendship was about people side by side whatever or whoever they talk to... I mean, it should be, but...” Ophelia was sure that he didn’t understand a word from what she said to him, since she didn’t even speak in whole sentence. She was even confusing herself. “it’s just not. But yeah, your choice who you want to talk or be with. But no, I can’t give credit for them. And... can we just not talk about it? I'm sorry for even bringing this up.”
Ophelia smiled as he was laughing. At least, she could make him laugh after she just told him that something is wrong with him.
“It's good to know,” she said gently. It’s also good to finally not talk about me. She thought, relaxed. “Yeah, you are,” she agreed, smiling. Then she opened her notebook, and began to draw him. She kind of had an idea how she would put him in her picture. She could make everyone a ghost, but Franck could be alive. Like he was seeing the not-real-people in the room. Like he was seeing their goals, and feelings.
No. He wouldn’t see the people. She thought. He could feel them. And just for fan, she could draw a soccer ball next to him, as if he didn’t understand why they had to play basketball... Oh, I just hope I can draw all of this at one paper.
She looked up for a moment, thinking where she could draw Franck, then she decided to put him right where he was in the real world. He was sitting, and looking at the basketball players. So in her picture, he would be still sitting, looking into the player’s direction. The only difference would be that he wouldn’t see them. And the soccer ball would be next to him as she has decided it earlier.
Should I draw myself? She asked herself. No.
While she was drawing, Ophelia hoped that Franck wasn’t all bored.