Yumi was upset with herself, couldn't make new friends, she tried, but always ended up running away. Hiroki was a very kind boy and he never tried to force her into anything he could see how Yumi had difficulties in making new friends, even if he could introduce her to his friends Yamamoto was very scared.
She couldn't force anything so would start slowly, maybe after a few months - she had already accepted that it wouldn't take days - would things change? Well, would rather think about it than accept that was antisocial or that she had developed some kind of social problem.
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─ I am simply useless ─ your head was under the table.
─ Oh, don't say that Yumi ─ the friend approached the girl who looked so miserable. ─ I know that one day you will make it.
─ But when? It's been months now and I still haven't been able to make friends with any of their friends... I even run away from them when they're close! Coming towards us. They must think I'm some kind of troubled girl or that I have some kind of psychological problem.
─ Don't worry, I even talked a little about why you are like that, please don't be upset with me for doing this, but I didn't want them to misunderstand your behavior.
─ I bet everyone understood, but deep down they think I'm weird.
─ I'm sure not, after all, they are my friends I wouldn't make friends with stupid people.
─ It doesn't matter, they won't talk to me anytime soon.
─ How about you talk to them over the phone or something? Maybe this will help you in the beginning, what do you think?
─ Well, I've never had many people to chat with via messages... maybe it works?
─ It doesn't hurt to try, I'll see if I can find a friend of mine who would be nice for you to do this experiment. One that has several things in common with you.
─ Thank you no one has ever tried to help me so much in this regard... I'm glad you managed to turn your life around. Even having so many problems.
─ Relax, you are a good friend and I would not leave you for such a silly reason.
─ Hiroki... you're a great friend of mine, I completely trust you so I think I can tell you my secret, but it can't be here in the room.
─ Hmm, looks pretty serious. Let's go somewhere more empty at the college so we can talk.
─ Right.
They soon left the room, the class was over anyway and they had been there for a while just wasting time until they gave the time for the next class they would have together. Deep down they both wanted to miss, that class was horrible since the teacher was almost 90 years old so his explanation was terrible, the best way was to study alone, they only went to class so as not to fail because of absence.
When they found a more secluded place, in this case under a tree since the college was large and had an open space where it had some benches and a place where students could sit on the grass to relax in the sun or under a tree. This was great for students who wanted a place to rest or even study outdoors.
─ Well, how can I say... heavens, this is so difficult.
─ No need to be nervous about it, talk when you are ready. I don't want you to tell me something when you're nervous or anything like that.
─ It's not that, it's just that something difficult to explain... I hope you don't find me even weirder because of that.
─ I won't, believe me.
─ I don't know if that was a good or bad thing to hear.
─ Are you going to tell or prefer to leave it for later?
─ All right! My thread is... um... a little torn?
─ What do you mean '' half '' torn? ─ even made quotes with fingers for not understanding what her friend had said.
─ I mean, it looks like I took blunt scissors and kept cutting it... it's horrible, pretty ugly. If I could take it off my finger.
─ Wow, I've never seen a thread that could be in these conditions, did you do something to make it happen?
─ Besides being born?
─ How so?! Has it been like this forever?
─ Yes, I don't know how to explain much, but when I finally managed to look at my wire, it came like that, all messed up, I even searched the internet if there was any similar case or something... but I didn't find anything.
─ Did you think about going to the doctor?
─ Oh, of course, I'm going to tell him and what do you think will happen? Surely he's going to think I'm crazy and I want attention, but if he gets curious and thinks it's possible, he might want me as a lab rat.
─ I confess that I would be very fascinated if I were a doctor and ended up discovering this. If I knew a doctor who specializes in fate threads I would introduce you, but since I don't have any...
─ This is hell! I don't know what that means, I'm scared that a serial killer is wired to the other end and that's why the wire is like that.
─ Don't think about those things, man, I hope this is something...hm...ugly duckling style!
─ Like what?
─ Like the story, don't you know? The baby swan among the ducklings who find it ugly than when it grows up becomes a beautiful swan... as the babies are ugly to hurt.
─ So you think my yarn is like this because somehow it will magically change and look beautiful?
─ Well, if there is a thread like yours, it's possible, isn't it? Think with me, there's no reason for yarn to be all frayed like yours, maybe there's some kind of explanation.
─ I don't know if magic would be involved in my thread.
─ Your wire is mangled, so it can have magic, yes!
─ Heavens, this has no logic! Of course, my thread has even less logic, but magic?
─ There is also the possibility that you are cursed, didn't you say that the girls hated you? Maybe they didn't make some kind of satanic sacrifice to make it happen.
─ Hiroki!
─ I am thinking of several possibilities! I'll even ask a friend who is studying psychology if this is something common.
─ You won't tell me about me! I trusted you.
─ Duh, I'm not going to tell you about you, I'm going to ask if something like that might be possible if some teacher has already commented. If he says yes, we will be one step ahead of how to solve his problem.
─ I confess that this is a good idea... I wouldn't have the courage to ask any professor or anything from that college about it.
─ So leave it to me! I'm super excited and excited to find out how we can fix it.
─ Wow, good, at least someone here finds this situation amusing. I feel like punching you for being so happy.
─ I like mysterious and unrealistic things, you know that, so knowing about your yarn just shows that different things can exist! Like dragons, mermaids...
─ Of course, my thread of fate is linked to mythological creatures, it makes sense.
─ Yumi stops disturbingly. I'm going to find out all about this weirdness that is in your thread.
─ As long as you don't talk about me or show me to someone I appreciate it. I'm already happy for the help, even if you're more excited about being weird than actually thinking it's a problem.
─ Of course, it is a problem, you know this is not normal! I've never seen anything like that and I'm afraid that it might influence your life in the future, yet I'd rather think about other things than something like that. You are the negative person here in our friendship.
─ Okay, whatever, all I want most is to unravel why my hairline is like this and if there's any reason why it turned out that way because I swear if that doesn't have any reason I'll just freak out!
─ Well, if this is any comfort to you, my thread has two colors.
─ What?
─ Quer dizer, parece dois tons de vermelho, eu não posso explicar, eu perguntei aos meus amigos qual era a cor de seus fios e todos disseram vermelho junto com um '' por que você está me perguntando se há um também? '' aí comentei que só queria saber se todos eram iguais.
─ Meu Deus, você é tão bizarro quanto eu, um fio de duas cores, isso também não faz sentido!
─ E como você, eu também não encontrei nada na internet e nem mesmo fui ao médico, então eu prefiro pensar que é algum tipo de engano ... Eu tentei por anos entender ou achar algo para explicar, mas não achei nada. No fundo, estou feliz por encontrar alguém que está no mesmo barco que eu.
─ No fundo eu queria te ajudar, da mesma forma que você está me ajudando, mas se eu ainda não fui capaz de entender minha linha, imagine a sua.
─ Eu estava pensando agora, nossos fios são assim porque estamos conectados a uma pessoa não humana?
─ Pelo amor de Deus! Não estamos ligados a seres mitológicos ou ETs.
─ Você não sabe! Nada pode garantir isso hehehehe.
─ Como você é irritante!