Chapter 5:

Hemato [ Part Five ]

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There were things taught to me in my early high school years, that if they became true, it was uncertain how much longer the United States as an empire would continue to exist.Bookmark here

Already in my life at that point, I had seen the withdrawal of troops from the middle East. Donald Trump was trying to start an economic war with Mexico, and nobody really quite knew what he would do next. I just hoped the he would not try to keep me and my Anna from moving back to Alsace, France.Bookmark here

There were limits to what European countries found acceptable, and many countries were beginning to reject new people into their countries: already there were several groups of wandering Indian tribes that were deported from Romania to France, which caused a large stink, because it violated EU protocols. Say what you want about large economic institutions, their seemingly infinite propensity to roll back people's freedom made it an increasingly grim alternative to move to Europe.Bookmark here

Even for Anna-Marie, she had lived in the United States long enough, her parents first generation French immigrants, that it might be a hard sell to go back to her old home country.For those, there was only one way for her to go.Her head into a wicker basket. British isolationism overseas further triggered more animosity in the European Union, and it made other countries that had also have issues, want to also leave the economic bloc.Bookmark here

The only result seemed inevitable.And me and Anna-Marie lived in the after-math of this great war, the third in the series, trying our best to make it through another day. But one day, there was simply no alternative.And now I live with the guilt.A few months during my Sophomore year, I had offered a ride for her, because she wasn't sure when her father was going to come to school.Bookmark here

We had had dinner time when we were at school club, it was Dance Dance Revolution Night. We both split a Lasagna together, noting the awful irony of a French girl eating Lasagna rather some Crepes. She had shoulder length black hair, but bits of a blond her, reflective of her Alsatian heritage, were beginning to show through. But she still insisted on covering up the color.Bookmark here

In the parking lot, we waited for my mom to arrive, and I told her about the situation in which we faced."I'll give you a ride this time, but after I never want to see you with my son again." My mother was the worst about mis-gendering, and didn't think anything of the fact that she was trying to tell me what relationship to have with people that I went to school with. But now, looking back on it, I look at my mother's death as somewhat of a relief, even if Anna-Marie was not here to see it. And yet part of me wants to be with her again.Bookmark here

We had played various kinds of games together, from various Japanese Role Playing games. We also learned how to ride a black horse together, which was among her most favorite of colors. And yet now the actual feeling in my heart began to move toward less a redness for Anna-Marie, and yet a great deep blackness for my mother that tried to separate us. And since then, blond women reminded me of women who were possessive, whether that be protective of their children. Or even more possessive of their husbands.Bookmark here

But with me and Anna, there was nothing separating us.She showed me a childhood lake that she liked swimming in when she was a kid. And we both used the night time to savor the feeling of darkness we both felt for our parents, even if we had not completely known each other yet. There was a certain level of trust we had that simply was not there among our family members. It was one of the few months we got to see each other, and some nights I would worry about her, do to the little bit of information that I knew about her father.Bookmark here

Because we both saw in each other, something more.Something we didn't want to admit. Because we both new, despite our different backgrounds, that nothing would separate us by our own volition. Even if that meant dating a common criminal, and my father... Oh my father.Who was a headsman and a half.I grew up with this one fantasy game like a long of kids that grew up between 2004-2007. I had more complicated feelings about those characters, possibly more than any other work of science fiction and fantasy I've played or read.Bookmark here

I used to really fucking hate this one character in this one video game, because she reminded me of my next door neighbor, whom ... was probably one of my first exposure to someone with Narcissistic personality disorder. So I was a bit harsher than what some may view as natural.Bookmark here

But from my perspective, I had known one British and one Spanish girl that reminded me heavily of the one character.Bookmark here

In both cases, I had grown extremely cynical about girls in general: in particular I distrusted the idea of someone that used to hate you, suddenly having a crush on you later. I always wondered if women like this were secretly carrying a stiletto to stab me in the back.Bookmark here

From an early age I developed heavy issues of distrust of other women, and being trans did not help matter.Bookmark here

I saw in this one character I did like, something more. Some better part of myself, that I didn't want to admit. And he was able to tolerate the character I hated, despite loving the girl I loved in the game.Bookmark here

For me, when I met Anna-Marie, my feelings for her were an odd mixture of the girl I liked and the girl I didn't. I was never quite sure which one it was. It only took a moment to fade to black, when I was hit by an oncoming bus. Strapped into a broken motorcycle, cycling their the air like an airplane. I expected it to hurt for more than how it manifested.Bookmark here

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