Chapter 1: Reconciliation
December. 4th. 2055. The wind blows a gentle breeze through the comforts of my back while I hold my book in my right hand. "The wind... it's both a blessing and a curse in disguise." The boy says quietly while walking through the mountain regions of Mount Athos. Maybe there was more to this school that meets the eye to those who wish it. People here don't take mental health very seriously, but don't be fooled by my words because this isn't a story for the fainted heart. It's actually much more than that. "My name? To understand this, we must go back to a simpler time before the truth. These creatures known as females seem to enjoy being attached to us. Perhaps it's fate or a joyful occasional interaction. One or the other shows the thirst. My mouth, like an ocean, feels like it needs its thirst. Quenching it will be accomplished when the ferry takes me into Cephalonia, Lixouri, where's the iced cold Frappe's refreshes the pink tongue that deserves the water it needs to survive in this hot climate of a country."
["Fast forward 10 years later. With a frappe in one hand and a pen in the other. It only makes sense to observe these creatures they call Females. They're like us but they rely on sensitivity and attention and boy is that how they get their fuel every day, I'm sure your picturing dip sticks going into car holes to get more gasoline to keep going. Yeah, that's them alright... except WE are the fuel. Coincidence? I think not!"]
"Don't take it too personally. It's come to my attention that relationships, love, and being understanding are fundamentals of a man's weakness. Crazy right? I thought so, too. Maybe we've reached an era where we just can not accept to be soft like these creatures we call women. It just doesn't make sense, now does it? Ah. Where are my manners? I am Pano. Panagiotis Zakrios Kagami is my full name. I like to think it has a good ring to it. It means in our culture, Saint of New Fresh Light. Or Saint of New Light. As some priests call it.
Our world isn't all black & white. Yet, I can not for the life of me explain how exactly the truth always gets missed. Lies taint this world that we all live in. It's all just a flat joke. Despite all of that, there is always a silver lining at the end of that tunnel. My issues never seem to light up casually like many others on these internet like apps because I don't see myself being that interested in creating attention for views and likes. You find that crazy too? So we think alike after all! Huzzzzaaaaah!!!"
[Then again. I do think of myself as an Historical Advisor & an entertainer to keep the masses happy. Of course, there is a woman who does love to keep an eye on me from time to time. She goes under the name of Juliet Marrow. Greek? No. Though I can definitely see some Italian & Irish characteristics which I love a lot. I don't talk about it a lot because it's never a good plan to publicly display a relationship and allow jealousy to develop off-screen. I do remember there was a similar interaction... I had with her one time. It went something like this..."]
[High School Boy & The Literary Genius Love interest Part 1...]
Truthfully, I had nowhere to go in Syntagma Square. My feet were exhausted, and I couldn't go from place to place, so all I could do was drink my Frappe & Read. Now... could I have looked at my own phone and posted on the internet like a lazy bum? Sure, but what fun would that be? Boring that's right!
Of course, being alone isn't a great thing. It's like fire, you cannot cast flames without throwing wood into the mix, and it seems far-fetched and unrealistic. Someone came to me. She was quite the gorgeous girl, and people around Cephalonia & Lefkada were of Italian heritage. Some were Greek, while others put a down-payment on homes there. There, while in Lefkada, she said. "...The Wind... says... You are real to me." In my mind, she expected me to respond. All I could say to my own self was. "HOW COULD YOU BE THIS GOOD AT SPEAKING GREEK & BEING ROMANTIC AT THE SAME TIME?!" It's fair to question when it's difficult to wrap your head around multiculturalism speakers who have a knack at juggling 12 languages at the same time. That is when I surprised her with a line of my own. "I dislike... this wind." Her reaction was not just priceless. It felt like three semi trucks ran over her and split her open like a pancake. If she was a cartoon, she'd be flat as a ground hog. All she could feel was shock and her jaw opening in mid panic.
Being the fantastic and awesome person that I am. I ask. "Your wind. While it blossoms greatly like a pressure cooker. It's flavoring shows genuine love, interest, empathy and the chance to grow closer like a true romance novel that depicts those in Boy Meets girl novels like the ones in the book stores in Macedonia or Western Thrace In Alexandroupoli or Xanthi. Do you not agree... that love... is your goal?" All I could see afterward was a deep red blush over her cheeks. It was clear to me that I was the man of her choice. Her love story. I was too blindsided to take notice. Her plot to have me all to herself had begun... and boy... she never stopped at all. She loved every minute of it. Until... we met again... soon enough."
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End of Chapter 1
