Chapter 49: To Break the Darkness
I remembered it like the back of my hand. That day in the Vatican. The day that Emanuel had approached me and asked me if I was emo.
Or dark or whatever.
All I could do was roll my eyes and tell him what he needed to hear. That no, I wasn’t. And that he probably vastly misunderstood the meaning of emo.
At first, I took him as a joke. I didn’t take him seriously in any way.
The emo subculture wasn’t what everyone thought. Sometimes being emotional could be good. Not all the time, but sometimes. Only when I needed it to .
After that, he left me alone for a while, and I felt so good about myself that I wrote about the experience later on.
I spent so many of my hours on my own.
Lately, especially. Once in my life, I tried to make friends outside of the Vatican. Really, I did. But that didn’t seem to happen for me lately.