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Kissing, defined in the dictionary as the act of touching or pressing one's lips against another person, animal, or object to show love, say hello, or share a greeting. This was the only way that Legundo had ever known of it, Olsted never had partners that he would have known of, so the only affection he had ever seen was the few times that Olsted sent him to fetch supplies from the market. Legundo was a smart kid, he knew when to be quiet, when to listen, most importantly when to disappear. All of these things being said, The boy never had any reason to see interest in ever finding a partner, a partner would mean he would be seen; Now it was never that Legundo didn’t feel.. love. Legundo never knew anyone his age, and from all he gathered while with Olsted, it was off the table for people like him entirely. Pointless would be the closest word that Legundo could ever use to describe how he felt about it. This was the one fact that was reinforced when the chemically blue boy joined the academy. He was naive and let his heart find the first girl who has ever looked at him become and become infatuated, for most people this would never be a problem; For Legundo this was the worst possible case scenario when he realized that the white haired saint was a perfect match for someone else. He let her go because he loved her. Juniper had said something to him about how she would never do anything with her feelings because they were in a war, Unknowingly he also adopted that philosophy, because just like Olsted had instilled, Love wasnt ment for him. Heart pounding, ear ringing, and being unable to speak all sounded like a death sentence disguised as something human, something natural. He guarded his heart with a lock and iron key now, he would let people into his head, his worries, his thoughts. He wouldn’t let people hear his wounded heart that had been hollowed out throughout his lifetime. And when his heart hurt, he decided somewhere deep within his heart, he would fight, or he will flee. He told himself this. He knew that most of this is a lie, he didn’t lock his heart with nothing more than a chair against the door. He knew he was a fraud. A weapon. He ran from these facts like a brave man from responsibility. Yet, he continued to lie, to himself and the others. Legundo for all extensive purposes truely was fine, physically he was healthy, eating when he felt like it. And, he made peace with how Graecie will never look at him with the brain rattling clammy feeling she had given him. He had friends now, which was both a blessing and a half, aswell as a curse. Graecie is the epitome of light incarnate, Zam is the most precious and special person to have ever stepped foot on earth, Sausage is the definition of what it ment to be brave, strong headed, and a leader, Ambear is the strongest most powerful fairy to ever surround herself with people. And Juniper is the most complicated mess of morality he has ever met. She is the most capable and responsible person he has ever met. Legundo knew after all was said he would never tell these people whom he cared for so deeply how wounded his heart is. In his warped mind, he decided because he loved them he would protect them from seeing him. He would disappear. They will never know thistlehill, his creation, his scars, his rope burns, Olsted. That is the part of his heart he will lock away. Legundo truthfully after all is said did not know love, the feeling, the actions, the harm it can do. But, he will learn with time. Those who surround him everyday, he will learn from. Once he finally unlocks his heart. Then maybe he will learn what kissing is.