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Dear Condor,
Lol, I appreciate your offer to commit physical violence against my
aggressor, but I should warn you that a lot has changed since I sent my last
letter. Bray and I have gotten to know each other better, and we have found
something between us. I know, it’s really weird. He’s about 18 years younger
than us, but we can’t help how we feel. I honestly never planned on spending
the rest of my life with anyone else. I never really connected with any of
my peers. The gene pool is just so small. The truth is that the gap between
us isn’t even the widest on the base. I don’t know how that sort of thing is
received on Earth, but the stigma for us is long gone. In order to maintain
our population, we’ve had to sort of ignore the social conventions of the
past. I’m sure you think that it’s still a little weird, but I don’t want to
just disregard our developing feelings. Maybe I shouldn’t be talking to you
about any of this. You’re my brother, which makes it awkward, but we also
don’t know each other very well yet, so that makes it awkward in a
different way. I’ll spare you the details no matter what, but please
let me know if you would rather not hear about it at all. I wouldn’t want to
say anything that makes you uncomfortable. This is all I’ll say until I get
your answer in that regard. Right now, nothing has happened between him and
me, and it might fizzle out soon anyway. As I said, I’ve always seen myself
more as a loner. Okay, I promise that that’s the last I’ll say. Thanks and
sorry. On the other hand, we could discuss our love lives openly, that
wouldn’t bother me. I know that you’re life has been defined by
go, go, go, but have you ever gotten to know
anyone special? Have you been looking for companionship since you
settled down in the ocean platform? Again, you don’t have to say anything,
this is just a topic that we’ve not touched on before, and I want us to feel
comfortable being honest, if that’s even possible at this juncture, and
through the detached medium of interplanetary correspondence. Sorry again!
That’s it! I really won’t say anything more. To prove it to you, let me
shift gears. You were talking about the people who did this to us;
specifically who they might be, and what they might have been doing for the
last 37 years. I’ve personally given up on trying to find those answers. I’m
still mad about it, but all I think we can do is move on, and play with the
cards that we’ve been dealt. We can’t go back in time, and choose a single
planet together. If you want more information—if it’s eating at you—I will
support you, and do whatever I can on my end, so don’t hesitate to be honest
about it. I really mean that. There are still some stones on Vacuus that I
can turn over if we agree that that’s what’s best. I love you, Condor. I
want us both to be happy, and to experience whatever closure we’re looking
for.
Not yet in love,
Corinthia
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