DOARS- Week 9, Day 1- Not the One

Welcome back!
Last time we dealt with a sudden and unexpected transformation of Raquel's parents into aliens. Raquel, also unexpectedly, felt like they were no longer her parents. She seemed to get over that and move on to bigger and better things, like planning a family with someone who I think most of you have guessed already. If not, you'll find out soon! Enjoy!

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Dear Diary,

Early this morning I had an unexpected visitor interrupt my dreams.

He was not at all unwelcome, though.

My parents were less excited by his visit, which was appropriate. When I mentioned that he had come to help us with their new transition to alienhood, they seemed even less impressed. Or maybe it was that the chef on tv had destroyed the dish he was trying to make. It's hard to tell.

He seemed happy enough to chat with me for a bit, though. We talked about the 'why's and 'how's of the cure and if the cured ones fertility would return to normal. I imagine his interest in the topic was for much the same reason as mine. Which should be obvious, and if it isn't, well... you didn't stop reading last week when you were supposed to, did you? Please stop now.


He didn't stay long and after he left I returned to bed and my parents started working on their garden. I say their, because I think they put an equal amount of work into it. I bet my mother never would have thought that she'd have a thriving garden!

In celebration of family bonding and in an effort to feel more like a family, we went to the festival and enjoyed some of the seasonal activities.



After having stars painted on my face in honor of the man whom I hoped would father my future children, I had a pleasant surprise. Rommich had popped by to spend the day with us. Wasn't that thoughtful of him?

Apparently Zhiddezoe was losing her hold on the alien race. Now that the zombies were being cured, the former leaders were taking back over, and this nonsense about aliens needing to marry other aliens to produce alien offspring was being abandoned. Of course, if it didn't turn out that the cured aliens could reproduce, I'm sure they'd pick it back up again.

In the meanwhile, I was content to enjoy my time with Rommich and motivated to possibly speed things up. I know that may be sudden for you, but let me explain.

I decided when I was a child and first met Rommich that I was going to marry him. I know, I never said anything, that wasn't the nicest thing I've ever done. I should have mentioned it before. Regardless, that was what I decided. When I was a teen, you may have noticed that I never had a boyfriend and aside from asking a mildly attractive boy to dance, I never pursued anyone either. Now you know why. Rommich is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and after years of knowing him and being his confidant, I know what I'm doing. He's the man for me.

After hours of skating my parents went home, but I stayed behind to chat with Rommich, and then after night fell, he kindly took me home.

I thought about making a move when he said goodnight, but I settled for a hug. Although I'm confident in my feelings for him, I'm not as confident in his feelings for me, and I'm a little too scared to make the first move. Instead I wrote him a poem while I took a bath.

Those deep dark orbs that capture my soul
That touch of your smooth, silky skin
Those lingering looks that make me whole
That struggle to breath air suddenly too thin
Those arms of yours that take me home
That scent of your clothes from far away
Those bonds of love that never will roam
That unending promise of every new day
That proprietary longing my heart won't deny
Only to be broken when eternity has gone by

Trying to decide when I can call him back,
-Raquel Sw0rd
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So here I thought I was better about writing romance, but I'm still not, so it'll be a bit before the next chapter comes out, unless you all are okay with an extremely unromantic romance for Raquel, if so leave a comment and I'll trudge along.
Edited to be a mushier (hopefully) poem!