I wil never fight you,” she replies in a stern tone, like I have said somethin’ completely ridiculous.
“Why not? You thought I was gonna hurt ya, why not fight back?” I retort, rememberin’ how she cringed like I was gonna hit her and the shame of what I just did is back ful force.
“You’re my best friend,” she says, like that is an explanation.
“Yes, but ya thought I was gonna hurt ya so I’d say, at that point, al bets should be off,” I state clearly.
point, al bets should be off,” I state clearly.
“No. I won’t fight you for real. Ever. We can practice together, but I can’t look at you like you’re my enemy. It’s impossible for me,” she says firmly.
“So y’al would let me hurt you, rather than defend yerself?” I ask, like she has lost her mind.
“Yes,” she says.
“Why?” I ask again, ‘cuz I have to understand her reasons before I tel her how stupid I think she is for havin’ them.
“Because you’re my soul mate and I love you,” she says like I’m dense.

Autor: Amy A. Bartol