I'm Not Daria
Because of me

After arguing with myself, I finally decided to talk to Luna. He's been through a lot in one day and I want to make sure he's okay.

I opened the door of his room where he would stay for a few days. It was five o'clock in the morning and I could see she had just taken a shower.

Last night she couldn't sleep because she was planning to reveal herself and she was so nervous, she couldn't sleep so after the morning drama, she went to bed and just woke up.

"Hey, come in." He invited me in and I sat down on the chair, "why are you here?"

"I just want to know if you're okay."

"I'm fine now." He said and tried to smile a little but it turned out that he was still sad

We were silent for a moment and I racked my brain to find out what I had to say.

"You surprised me with your revelation. I never thought you would like a girl. You pretended to date Devan all this time and you guys kissed a couple of times"

I stopped and was horrified by what was just said.

Luna laughed softly. "Oh my God, that was horrible. Not that Devan is a bad guy. It's just that every time I kiss him, it feels like kissing my brother. You don't know how to resist my urge to vomit every time after that."

"So what makes you suddenly decide to tell the truth to the world? As far as I know, you want to pretend to date her even longer."

He hesitated and his cheeks flushed. "It turns out you. You're the reason why you're doing this"

"Me?" i'm appalled. "Why?"

"Because you showed me how brave you are. You defy me and want to like Devan, even after being threatened I will reveal your secret, you still do not care about what will happen to you. You decide to pursue your feelings and not be a coward. You decide not to let others control your emotions and not to lie to yourself. I realized that if you could, why wouldn't I? Why be a coward? It's not very like me. So I decided to let the world know about me and my reasons for not saying before. And now you can date Devan without feeling jealous of me"

"I'm glad to hear that I'm your inspiration. So, did Devan know about it before anyone else?"

"Yes, and Bella too. Daria knows too. I talked to him last night and he gave me a talk about how strong I am. What the world or my mother said shouldn't matter. I have to be honest with myself."

"You have great friends"

"Yes, I'm so lucky to have them."

"So, are you dating someone?"

"No." She blushed in shame.

"What's your ideal girl type?"

He paused for a moment to think. "I don't know. I just want someone who will love me sincerely"

"You're gonna find that lucky lady"

"I hope so too."

Not knowing what else to say and since it was getting awkward, I told her that I would meet her at dinner.

As I closed the door behind me, I saw Devan and he was about to enter Luna's room.

"You're back early." I noted

"Yes, I want to make sure Luna's okay".

"I just spoke to him. He said he's fine now."

"Okay, do it." He was about to open the door. "Can we talk before dinner?"

"certain. Once I'm done talking to him, I'll come to you."

"I'll wait in the garden."

He nodded before entering

I sat on the same bench that I always sat on in the park, waiting for Devan to finish talking to Luna.

If I had not known that Luna was a lesbian, I would have been very jealous of her concern for Luna.

My mind kept repeating the events of that morning over and over again, I felt sorry for her.I hoped she would meet a girl who would only give her love, something that was never enough for her.

A few minutes later, Devan sat next to me

"He's fine, isn't he?"

"Yes. He's better now."

I know Luna trusts Devan and I'm happy when she says that she's okay, she means it.

"What do you want to talk about?" He turned to face me.

"Nothing, just wondering how your day was."

"Why?"

"I want to know you better."

"What-like?"

"Like your ideals. Have you always wanted to be a businessman or were you asked to take over from your father?"

"I wasn't really interested in business and in the early days of college I hated it. I have a creative soul in me and am used to writing stories. I wasn't confident enough to pour it out in front of the world.Fearing criticism.I always felt bad enough, but my friends said otherwise. I had so many ideas at the time, so many stories in my head that I wanted to pour into writing but never had the time to do it. After graduating High School, Dad sat down with mom and explained how important it was to take over after. This is mainly because I have no plans after graduating High School. Although interested in writing, I do not want to make it as a major profession. I didn't want to jeopardize my future, so I agreed and went ahead with the plan. Now I think it was the best decision I could have made back then. I love my job and don't feel comfortable when I'm not working."

"Well, are you writing a story now?"

He shook his head. "I'm not writing now. But maybe later if I'm old and have children who can take care of this business, I'll use my time to write."

"I hope you'll continue it someday"

"What about you? What's your plan? When did you start college?"

I almost told him that I was in medical school and soon to be a third-year student.

"I'm thinking of pursuing a career in medicine." I didn't explain further because I really didn't know what Daria was interested in.

"Thankfully you did well in High School. Two years ago I was sure you were cheating on exams or doing something that wasn't right, but I knew you enough to know that you didn't do something like that"

"Of course not!" I denied, feeling defensive of Daria.

He raised both his hands to surrender. "Sorry."

We spoke for quite a while and on the sidelines I gathered the courage to hold his hand. He did not pull away as I was worried and our interlocked hands were between our thighs for the rest of the conversation until we were called to dinner.