Dawnsky · Chronicles

I apologized to Trell today, and she forgave me. But will this friendship ever be as it used to? Will our laughter ring out together, as it once did? Will the tension ever stop?

I ask myself these questions, but keep them hidden from everyone else. I smile and say everything will be fine, even when I have my doubts. But I no longer wish to pen these words.

After Trell left, I met Steyr. I told him what happened, and he looked stricken. We both decided to change the subject and headed towards the Lunar Festival. I am just returning now. Never have I been more in love, and never have I laughed more this week. But, as I reached home, I looked at my mother's wedding dress. It was ready and waiting for one of her daughters. I began to question myself once more; Will I ever wear it? Will a ring ever slide onto my finger? Wil I ever whisper "I do" at the altar? Will I ever walk down the aisle? Once again, I answer myself; no. No, I will not. Who would ever marry so troubled a girl? Who could ever truly love her? The girl is pretty enough, but what other virtues does she have? She gets into trouble weekly. Depression is more natural to her than laughter. Who would ever want her?

Then it dawned on me; Steyr. While I may not receive an offer of marriage, I know that he loves me. I know that he sees past the depression, the air-headedness, the looks, and sees a good-hearted person. A talented person. He sees the real me. The one who doesn't paint on a smile, as I do, when I dislike someone.  The one who is impulsive, intelligent, kind. He sees Eleanea Dawnsky. The Laugher. The Lover. The Kind.