About two weeks ago, one of my dearest friends that I also have a crush on, said "My soul hurts. It's because I only have 7/8 of a soul, because my grandfather got in a blood feud with a witch and she stole part of his soul," and she said it completely seriously, and at this time I hadn't known her in person long (just a year of texting friendship) so I didn't really know her sense of humor or her delivery style. So I fully believed that she believed she only had 7/8 of a soul, and I was concerned. But I didn't ask any further, because I thought it was a thing and I didn't know how to bring it up. But today we hung out and talked for like four hours and finally I got up the courage to ask "Hey, was that thing you said a few weeks ago serious, or a bit?" Because for the past few weeks I've been debating whether that's too much of a red flag, whether I should be concerned, because I fully believed that she believed she only had 7/8 of a soul. But the second I asked she fucking burst into laughter and told me that it was a bit!! I've been haunted by this knowledge, haunted by this question, and she nearly forgot about it because it was just a weird bit she did a couple weeks ago. She laughed her fucking ass off at me and said she was happy her acting skills were so good that she had convinced me. I will never live this down.
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