Sonmi's Couples, Characters and Writing - Posting Welcome

[Sonmi-451]

Thanks for the compliments, but do either one of you guys have anything that you think should be changed? Your editorial comments and criticism would help me a lot right now.

[Sonmi-451]

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[Noctyrn]

Pet's name: Gabe (m) and Pet's name: Frost (f)

"You're as cold as ice," Gabe whispers to me, his scruffy hair falling into his eyes as he focuses on his paper and the wonderful drawing he is creating.
"Well, my name is Frost," I reply, a slight smirk at the irony flitting across my face. "But if I'm so ice-cold, then why do you still hang around me?" It is a rhetorical question, as I already know the answer, but for some reason I never get tired of asking it, even though the response is the same every time.
"Because we're best friends." The words are dull, monotonous, lacking emotion, as they have been repeated many times over many years.
"Exactly. We're best friends." I give Gabe a smile and he just shakes his head at the pointlessness of him noticing my nature. That's probably the best part about my friendship with Gabe; it really hasn't changed since we met in second grade and I don't think I want it to ever change.

The bell for fourth period rings, and Frost and I leave the art room side by side, her precariously balancing her textbooks and papers in one arm while texting with the other hand.
"How can you do that?" I am kind of amazed at her coordination, because I know that if I try anything like that, I would have to buy new books and a new phone.
"I'm a girl Gabe." She looks up from her Droid for just a second to give me a knowing smile. "I have balance, while you guys, well... Let's just say you're more prone to trip over your own feet."
"Unfair!" My cry of protest attracts no attention in the already-buzzing hallway. "I have only done that once!" Well, once when Frost was around, as I do it lots at my house, but she doesn't need to know that.
"Once when I've been around. I'm sure you've done it a whole lot more when I haven't been there to tease you about your lack of skill and balance." I swear Frost is some sort of mind-reader that knows exactly what I am thinking a moment after I think it. After all, it seems to be the only logical explanation for her annoying ability to use what I think against me.
My trying to think of a protest to something that is completely true proves futile so I just throw my hands in the air and exclaim, "You're right Frost. Like you always are."
"Like I said Gabe," her golden-yellow eyes lock onto mine, "it's a girl thing." With a slight smirk across her face Frost taps my nose with her finger and walks off in the direction of her next class.

Gabe's incredible violet eyes haunt me through the next period, their shimmering depths always filled with a pain that I know nothing about but desperately wish I could heal. That hurt has been there as long as I can remember, but I am as close to finding out its cause as I was ten years ago when Gabe and I met. Every day, when I look into Gabe's eyes, I hope that the black cloud of agony that has darkened their purple irises for so long will have disappeared, but it never has, and I am starting to fear that it never will. Gabe shows no outward symptoms of his inner struggle, but his eyes reveal the truth. I wonder what causes his plight; depression, family issues, maybe even terminal illness? But the worst part in all of those situations is that, in any of them, Gabe has been keeping secrets from me. Trivial ones about his clumsiness at home don't bother me, but ones that affect his life and therefore mine I feel I need to know, and the only way I can help Gabe is if he will tell me his problem. But Gabe is very stubborn; if he has set his mind on doing anything, including keeping a secret from his best friend, then he will, and probably until the end of time. However, I also happen to be bull-headed, so I won't give up until I extract that secret from him like a bad tooth that has needed to come out.

As I wait outside the math classroom for Frost, I wonder how hard that math test Mr. Boldova wrote is. Maybe I can get Frost to tell me what some of the-
"What secret have you been keeping from me that causes you so much pain?" Frost asks bluntly, grabbing my arm and almost forcing me to look into her eyes. How did she find out?
"And what secret do you think I may be hiding?" I couldn't tell her; she wouldn't understand. Nobody would, and so I suffer in silence.
"Well if I knew then it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?" Frost is nearly snarling now, and I know am I busted bigtime.
How do I put this? "Um, well, um... Frost, I am adopted, HIV-postive and am on the brink of having full-blown AIDS." Well, it's out, but now what is she going to do with it?
"How? You're not the kind to sleep around. Just how?" Her golden eyes that always melt my heart are filled with worry and compassion and shock, not the hatred I kind of expected.
"HIV, along with the gift of life, was given to me by my mother when I was born. So no, I didn't sleep around; I've had it all my life and therefore have been doomed to die since the moment I took my first breath." Tears well up in my eyes but I refuse to let them fall. I won't and don't cry; my immune system may be weak and nearly nonexistent but my heart is made of steel, except in the case of Frost.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Frost's voice is shaky now, and she seems to be on the point of breaking down sobbing.
"Because there was no need for you to know I am a ticking time bomb and become miserable with me." I pause, debating over whether I should tell her everything. Oh, why not? I'm only projected to have a year left anyways. "Frost, I fell in love with you the first time we met ten years ago as five-year-olds, and since then I have only fallen even harder for you. My sadness is not just because of the disease that will eventually be the end of me but also the fact that I will never be able to be with you or marry you or spend a lifetime with you because I have one or two years of life left. I love you Frost, and I wish very desperately that I never got HIV, but I did, and here we are. I understand if you would like to slap me or attempt to knock some sense into me for loving you not as a sibling like I think you love me, but please don't hit too hard; I don't really wanna go home black and blue and then have my friends tease me about getting beaten up by a girl."
"I'm not gonna beat you up Gabe; that would be mean, and, although I can be as cold as my name, I am not violent." She gives me a radiant smile which only enhances her beauty and my pain. "Instead I'm gonna do something that is long overdue."
Dropping her books on the ground, Frost wraps her arms around the back of my neck and kisses me lightly on the lips. "I love you Gabe," she whispers, pressing her head into my chest.
A contented, lovestruck grin crosses my face as I hug her back, and now it doesn't matter if I die tomorrow, because I have Frost, and my life is finally complete.

That was amazing. I have tears in my eyes c':

[Sonmi-451]

Thanks Blue.Leopard. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.

[Noctyrn]

Call me Blue c; And you're very welcome, you are a great writer!

[Sonmi-451]

Well thank you.

[Tabuu]

Oh my gosh.... That was a touching story. I feel like I'm gonna cry...

[Sonmi-451]

Thanks Tabuu.

[dogshrimp]

oh my Siona... i'm speechless, i just love the story with all of my heart. And as a okay writer and poet it think you are amazing and have great skill. I'm glad that you were willing to write me stories, they never fail to shock me with their beauty. Thank you very much.

[Sonmi-451]

Well thank you very much loveTHATwolf.