• my heart doesn't work so well • allister •
The speaker, Allister, belongs to a collab world with two of my friends. He's a royal guard, and he just fainted in front of his charge, Prince Olli. He explains why during the mono.
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Olli, my heart doesn't work so well. It's not anything to worry about, this doesn't happen often, I promise, but I didn't really get a chance to make sure it wouldn't today.
In no way is this your fault, okay? You did really well. You figured out what was wrong and did your best to fix it, and I really appreciate that.
I have angel blood. You know that, right? You can tell from all the messed-up stuff in front of you. The halo, the arms, my eye, my not-eye, etcetera etcetera. One thing you can't see is what goes on with my heart
My mum is a human, and my dad is an angel. I honestly thought that was normal for a good six or seven years of my life, until I realised not everyone with angel blood was a bit wonky. I wondered for a really long time why everyone else seemed to be perfect, handling things with grace, while I mostly stood in the corner not knowing what to do with my arms. You know that feeling? Where you're in an awkward situation and your arms feel like they're too long and lanky and getting in the way? Imagine that, but twice as bad.
I'm getting off-track. If I do that again, tell me, okay? I'm really not good at this.
You're, like, 7/39ths angel, carefully calculated so it wouldn't mess you up too bad. I'm half and half. Nothing of that sort happened with me. I was born, and mum said "where the hell's his left eye?", and here we are.
My heart overheats really easily. I still don't entirely know why, but it does. I know how to manage it. I let my skin breathe when it needs to, usually at the end of the day, and if it's worse than usual I open a window. I... Well, I didn't do either of those today.
I want to reiterate that it's not your fault.
You called me in to talk to me, and obviously you didn't know, or else I wouldn't be explaining this to you.
But, yeah, I fainted because my heart decided it had had enough for the day and overheated. It doesn't do that often. I'm sorry.
If management tries to kick me out because of this, will you back me up? I like this job. It's something I'm good at, and the pay's really not half bad, and I don't wanna be stuck working for some tyrannical idiot. You're good, you know? I wanna stay because you're good.
Thank you. For all of it.
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