Tell me, tacheté.

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「I finish writing another letter that wouldn't be delivered, and yes, it was again for you; I was preparing to go to my house when I collided with you, I didn't know if it was luck or destiny but I would have preferred it isn't to happen.

ー I... I'm sorry.

I said with my cheeks red, unable to look into your eyes, even though you were little shorter than me I felt intimidated... defenseless.

ーNo problem... Oh, you're a friend of Jefferson, right?

I nodded happily, at least you knew me because I was someone's friend, I wasn't invisible to you.

ーI see, you know? He is someone weird and because of how little I have seen you too... I think it's better not to relate to you.

Those words broke my heart and you walked away as if nothing had happened. Every word you released was with a bit of disgust...

Tell me, tacheté, am I strange because of my sexuality? Am I stupid for believing I could relate to you? 」 

 ーA sad Lafayette.