Chapter 31

 Chapter 31

“Have you been avoiding me?” Nixon wears a checkered shirt this time along with some black pants. His black hair is combed and gelled. Ever since I had the idea of Nixon not worthy of being trusted, I’ve avoided him. I can’t risk him finding out any more of my secrets. I can’t believe I trusted him so easily. I sit on the ledge of a fountain, my fingers swirling the crystal blue water in the fountain. “Was it something I said?” Nixon asks, sitting down next to me. Amelia eventually asked me what was bothering me and I told her about my suspicion of Nixon. She simply told me that I don’t know him that well yet and should probably until I get to know him better to assume things like that. 

 I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. The truth is, I have been avoiding him but it’s not like I’m going to say ‘yeah, I’m definitely avoiding you cause I think your evil’ “Look, I’m..” I frown, maybe I do have to say that. “I was talking to Amelia about how both of our hair is super unique and then I came to the fact that your hair is black and that means that-” Nixon cuts me off. “Wait a minute, you were talking about me? I think I deserve pretty high praise to make it into your conversation with your friend.” Nixon grins. I’m not sure which is more red, my face, or the apple that someone is selling in a nearby cart. Nixon gestures for me to continue though, nonetheless. “That means that you're a part of the twilight tribe and then I thought that you might be part of the group that we don't know what the name of it is. Now I think you're getting to know me so well that you can tell the people in the group what my secrets are and what my weaknesses are.” I blurt.

I look away, my face burning with guilt. It’s not like I want him to hear those words; especially from me. But I have to or else I’ll have to avoid him forever like this which I don’t like doing. “Byleth I,” he takes a deep breath. My heart races, will he tell me the truth? “I’m not evil and I would never do anything like that to you. I was born with this hair color. My parents and they..well they didn’t like me that way. They were ashamed that my hair color was that of the twilight tribe. They told me that I could go get a permanent dye for my hair to be pink or some weird color like that but...I want to be myself, I don’t want to be someone who was born with black hair but never took advantage of it you know?” Nixon explains. His eyes are true, telling me that he is telling the truth. I nod. If you see the sincerity in their eyes, you know that they are doing the right thing; telling the truth. Never and I repeat never trust someone that does not have the truth in their eyes. I remember my mom telling me that when I was in middle school. My eyes burn, thinking about all the things she told me- how she told me that she loved me, how she told me that she looked forward to seeing me when I came home from school. Before I can help it, tears slip their way out.