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This is the first draft of "My name is Thevenin".
Basically, it's a draft I wrote in two weeks after reading some fics by animorph girl that I found amazing, to the point of absolutely wanting to make my version.
After writing this draft, I reread the original books and modified this draft for 3-4 months until it became a completely different story which became "My name is Thevenin".
I am publishing it because over the course of rewrites, the first draft and the final product have nothing in common.
Bonus: walk in the forest
Ha! You are Tom. Everyone is waiting for you to celebrate the first anniversary of the end of the war. Typhanie called out to me.
Sorry, I'm coming right away.
You look sad. What's wrong? It's a holiday today. She asked, taking me by the hand.
I am fine. Let's join the others.
Understanding no doubt that she would get nothing from me like that, she changed the subject.
What were you doing?
Nothing at all
But before I could stop her, Typhanie rushed to the spot where I was and read the plaque I had installed at that location in my parents' new garden (the old one was nothing but a crater):
Thévenin. ???- 1998. In memory of the most human plankton in the universe, who is Thévenin?
I let out a deep sigh. Anyway, if things got serious between us, I would probably have to tell her one day about what happened to me during the war. One day, she would inevitably have to face the gaze of those whom Thévenin or Temrash had forcibly led to the pool using my body. Of course, they knew I was not to blame. And the fact that I had secretly provided information to my brother (behind Thévenin's back) for much of the war made me unassailable. But that didn't stop them from feeling hatred or fear when they saw my face. I didn't blame them. I myself don't know how I would react if I came across the girl who seduced me to follow her to the pool again.
It was myOld Yeerk. Today is the anniversary of his death. You will no doubt think that I have Stockholm syndrome, but I miss him. Well, not really. I am more than happy not to have him in my head anymore. It's just that sometimes, I wish I could talk to him again.
She took me in her arms and just stayed there by my side without saying anything. I felt a little better. Sometimes, a compassionate presence was all you needed. I was really very lucky to have met her.