This has been on my mind a lot lately…

In legacy challenges, there is bound to be romance. This is just me asking everyone, be careful. Be careful because you don’t know who is reading. Let’s not romanticize unhealthy, and often, toxic relationships. It’s more than okay to have these behaviors in your stories, just please try to portray them in a way that your readers know that this is unhealthy behavior. We already live in a society where it’s normalized that people pick on each other “because they like them”, where obsessive behavior is considered “romantic”, and where put-downs are how you “flirt”. The last one, especially, is presented in media as sound advice on how to “pick up” someone. None of these things present good images of what a relationship or the courting process should look like to our young readers (or let’s face it, us adults as well). As a community, I hope that we can come together and be better about this.

I hope no one who reads this feels individually called out or attacked. This is not my intention. If I do this personally, PLEASE CALL ME OUT. I cannot stress this enough. I just want us all to be a little more mindful of who might be reading our stories and the impact it can have. Let’s spread an image that we all deserve to be in relationships that are healthy, happy, and safe. 

“Thanks, but no thanks. I think I’ll manage on my own.” She yanked her arm away from his grasp, turning to walk away. As she did blackness washed over her vision. She staggered for a moment, her ears ringing, before collapsing against the ground with a soft thud.

“Oh, you have some nerve, mister,” she spat back at him.

“Pantomime,” he said, grasping her wrist and moving her finger away from his face. 

“Excuse me?” she arched a brow at him.

“That’s my name… I figure if you’re going to continue to yell at me, you should at least know my name.”

“Well, Pantomime, thank you for saving me,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “but I’ll be off now.”

“It’s not a good idea for you to go out on your own. You should let me take you somewhere.”

She stared him down in disbelief for a moment. “Why didn’t you say that first?” She yelled, pointing her finger right in his face.  

“You weren’t exactly coherent a few moments ago, were you?” he snapped back at her. 

“That doesn’t matter!” 

“Look, I get it. I should have stared with that. But you know? Would it kill you to say thank you? You’d be dead by now if I hadn’t stepped in.”

The way he spoke as if it was nothing was infuriating. She got on her feet, ignoring the way he legs screamed at her and her vision blurred, threating to go black. He reached out to help her, but she pushed his arms away.

“You took care of them?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”