Chapter Fifty-Two: "Fireball"

There is a lot that goes on with me that for the naked eye, one might miss it. Especially if I do not want anyone to see it, nor hear it, nor understand it.

I was never one to leave things unfinished, and I feel like this Chapter was.

"So quick to retort, Fireball, you reached out to every joke thrown your way, but when I see you, I hear you, I listen to you, but you do not see me, and if you hear, you do not *listen* to me.

Not yet, but you will."

He had left those words written down on this draft.
And at first I thought was because He had stopped writing Chapters. He had come to a close. But I see now that He went yet again and wrote two more. But I will just take it upon myself and write them myself. 

A lot has occured in what seemed like months, but is actually just weeks. What I cannot understand is why He does certain things. And I am starting to just let it happen. I cannot fight it anymore. I am tired.

But I am veering off, so let me catch myself again.

I believe perhaps we started on the wrong foot; I do not know how to explain myself, because you are still a fresh Chapter.

And look, recently, I've made mistakes, and I have come aware of how much of an asshole I can be.

I do not intend to.

I just want you to know, I can see there's good in you. Now, I don't know why Chapters are created, or why they run into my life.

But I know everything has a reason.

And with time, perhaps one day everything will make sense to me.

If I ever hurt you, I apologize.

I've hurt a lot of Chapters recently.

I am just trying to catch up to Him.

​And it's hard.

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