Pride meets nonchalance and loses its relevance. Dahlia only wanted him at her feet but fell in his stead. She is really triggered by just that one pair of eyes that are never on her. Her pride-induced hysterics don’t move him till he gets to the bottom of things only to reveal the one thing they shared in common. Slowly, he understands and cures her of pride with pills of love.

Pride Pills

Today, I agreed to swap seats with Martha, a really loud girl in my class. She politely asked me if I could switch because she couldn't really see anything from her seat in the back of the class. It was rather unfortunate that her seat was right behind Dahlia’s. 


There she comes. Speak of the devil and she appears. What was that look? She seemed a bit distant, lost. She walked past my desk. 


‘Hm’, I said on purpose, just to let her know that if she had anything planned for me, I was ready for her. 


That startled her I guess, and she dropped her bag, spilling its contents on the floor. Like the gentleman I was, I helped her pick her stuff up. Then I saw a small photo of a little boy. He looked like her, his eyes. I picked it up and stared a little longer before I handed it over to her. 


Eventually, she got settled in her seat but a little too stiff? Well, I noticed her hair, dark brown, almost black and really curly. It glistened. I really wanted to touch it, just to have a feel of it. It was beautiful. 


I realized I wasn't even paying attention to the lessons. I snapped out of the trance and looked back in my notebook. 


Then there was a movement. I looked up meeting her face. Brownie, she was looking at me with sad eyes? I looked back in my notebook. Her eyes, they were not exactly happy and I couldn't stand the sight of them so I looked away. 


My body still felt the mild aches but I was determined to be active. I also didn't want Momma to worry too much about me. I was already tired of being pampered at home by the two lovely women. No, I mean, one lovely woman and her monster child. 


At home, I downloaded a few songs that I wanted to practice my singing with. I was singing well but I just wasn't feeling it and so I stopped after a few minutes and settled in bed. 


Stormie: not so fast eh. You didn't tell me why you were down during lunch today. 


Me: okay, well. So, let's just say...you did something mean to someone you've actually never been nice to. And then that one time, he gets hurt but he still helped you anyway when you got things messed up. What would you do? 


 I was really trying hard not to be obvious. 


Stormie: but that's simple. Apologize, duhh. Is that what you were so worried about? 


Me: Not exactly. It's just that, it's like, with this person, there's kind of like an unspoken competition between us and I really don't want it to look like I’ve lost and he's now in the lead. 


Stormie: psst. Sounds to me like he's rather in the lead since he's always nice to you anyways. Like he's being the bigger person here. 


Stormie: I always do. Do what you've gotta do. So is this why you looked like a depressed widow? 


I really wanted to break her into two right now. 


We'll, Stormie did have a point though and so I have made up my mind. I am going to apologize to Klaus, soon. 


Sad?