intheblanks | ➹BEEPER

No it isn't. Wait, you knew?

She's gone, too.

i ate about ninety sugar hearts that day. don't even like them. when you're the closest person to normal in a city of things that can eat you its worth knowing a few secrets. i wouldn't tell you that any other day, either.

my mum?

I didn't ask because I knew you would tell me since it's impossible to help ourselves right now. I like people being honest with me and telling me things because they want to and they trust me. So it's not turnabout - I'd have asked you any other day, if the conversation would've led there.

You spoke of her in past tense.

i don't really do the confiding in people thing. even the ones i trust. tried it, didn't work out well.

her slow suicide attempt finally paid off when i was nineteen. still. saved me from becoming a man of faith.

I'm sorry.

long time ago.

Even so.

You could try it again. Not everyone's bound to betray your trust.

she didn't betray me. she just couldn't love me anymore.

you should stop replying now.

Okay.

back home my job involved treating one-in-a-million cases, the people no other doctors could help. since coming here i've worked with witches and magicians and demons and demon hunters, and probably a few conmen and the one thing they have in common is how normal they are. you've never seemed weird.

i haven't felt normal in a while.

I've run away from that definition for a very long time. It's not so bad.

weird, or normal?

It depends on the day. I don't mind being quirky, even if confuses people - maybe part of why I am who I am is to confuse most people, or let's call it adolescent rebellion. But normal can be good, from time to time.