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 Until the Candles Burn Down This Place, February 19th, 2016 | Fay
Billy Williams
 Posted: Mar 13 2016, 03:42 PM
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344 posts Written By Christy


    A party in the new and improved Section M was a facsimile of the real thing. They tried. Even Billy spent one evening putting together a paper chain out of shredded magazines, the address for a dentist office still visible on some of the tacked together loops.

    The whole thing reminded him too much of sitting on the floor of Gil's house, making arts and crafts. Sophie inevitably getting glitter on him, Lettie making a set of wings for him so maybe, one day, he could catch her when she hide up on the ceiling fan. It had been too long to still think about those things.

    But it was... nice. Nice as could be expected. Ellie drew people in, which may or may not have been a side effect of her power, but who cared when it meant knowing someone who remained warm and optimistic. Billy milled around, talking to a few other people from other floors who knew Ellie from training. Once, briefly, he caught Faria's eye across the room, but... they barely talked on their floor, let alone at a party.

    There was no cake for Ellie, but someone scrounged together the ingredients for a stack of pancakes topped off with an illusive handful of birthday candles. Billy stuck around for the wish making before his way down the hall, down the stairs.

    He should've quit a long time ago. No, that wasn't right, because he'd quit dozens of times, it just never stuck. He tapped a cigarette out of his pack, letting it dangle between his lips as he thudded down the stairs, only lighting the damn thing outside.

    As if it mattered. Like anyone in the building was going to die of lung cancer from second hand smoke in another thirty years. He huffed out his smoke.

    Congratulations Ellie on making it this far. Best of luck. Hopefully they'd be doing this again in another year, if she managed to tough out the training, kept in line and didn't end up in the Vault or China or whatever enemy they were using as an excuse to fuel this experiment...

    That was all too bitter. Ellie was a nice girl. Billy liked her. She managed to adjust fairly well, all things considered. That was to say, she stayed friendly, open despite the situation. That was why she got a party. Ellie was likable like Billy tried to be.

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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Mar 13 2016, 06:18 PM
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232 posts Written By Paula


Fay could still remember it vividly. Rini and her had only been, what... Twelve? No, eleven. They had been eleven and Jordan Gallway, a girl a couple years their senior -a high school girl- had told them she was throwing an end of the year party. The end of the year party everyone in Freshman Year would be going to. She had probably said it just to brag, but Fay and Rini had taken it as an invitation. All week they had planned for it. How to climb down their window in heels, how to get the perfect outfit without asking their parents for money, how to get someone to drive them back before Kal and Tanika could notice they were missing. How to maybe bribe Tom if he somehow figured out what they were up to. Every detail had been accounted for and that night... Fay could see it. They had climbed down the thick ivy on their bedroom wall, flat sandals in hand, muffled giggles on their mouths. And they had walked two blocks to Ms. Wolsky's who had thought their parents were okay with them going, just were too busy to drive them what with work and the clinic and the law firm (poor them, so busy). And they had rode with Jenna Wolsky, giggling aloud now, and discussing who they would dance with and what lovely skirt she was wearing and, omg, are you wearing make-up? And then... Then the low rumble from the loud music had reached them from inside the house and that was when Fay had known.

Parties were her thing. Her and Rini's. Parties would always be easy, always be vibrant and thrilling. That first one had been a child's play: innocent pop music, awkward arm-length dancing, soda instead of alcohol. But then they had grown up and there hadn't been a single party were Fay hadn't felt at home. In the dance floor she was queen, she knew all the beats, she loved them all, just like she liked the subtle flirting, the way you could toy with the crowd, a temptress in the blinking light. She didn't even get all that drunk, she didn't need to. Parties made her feel young and alive and eternal...

A shuddering sob escaped Fay's trembling lips and her watering eyes released a new load which mixed with her running nose. She sat on the dirt, her back to the wall and her limbs -both of them, flesh and plastic- thrown over her knees in a poor attempt to hide her no doubt reddening face. Anyone could tell she was crying from the soft spasms and ugly noises that shook her every few seconds, but they would ignore her if she avoided eye-contact. Everyone was ignoring her anyway.

Fay would have ignored herself if she had been in their shoes. She had to look so weird to outsiders. Even with the nice flowery dress she had borrowed from Ellie herself. She had to jut out like a snowman in the dessert, that was how weird she was. Even with all the so-called progress she had made it was still too hard. The jokes, the sudden shifts in conversations, all those thoughts (thoughts so loud). It felt like running a marathon and always being a step behind the others, no matter how much she tried to pick up the pace she always laughed after the others (and never really, trully, got the jokes). She was supposed to be like Ellie, fun and easy to get along, the heart of the party, all smiles. She was supposed to have friends and a crowd, but everything was too messy, too noisy, too much. She was the odd girl people tried to tolerate because 'she had issues'. That was what all of them were thinking.

Straightening up a bit she ran the back of her hand under her nose, her wrist already too wet to truly make much of a difference. She had done the right thing to leave, she tried to convince herself. What else was there to do when she realized she had been left on her own, in the middle of the room, staring at empty space for who knew how long? Someone must have thought that was funny and if she stayed there longer they would all start laughing aloud. The weird odd girl who no one even knew because she trained on her own and---

Someone else's thoughts mixed in with her own. For a second flashing images of Chinese soldiers shooting against an ever-smiling Ellie mixed with her own. Even as bizzare as they were Fay recognized their source immediately. She would have recognized Billy's thoughts anywhere, she had been sneaking into them for too long not to.

Instantly burying her face back into her knees, Fay stifled a sob and stood still. Maybe he wouldn't notice? Oh, please, please, not notice. Not him. Not of all people in the--- in the place. Not him.

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Billy Williams
 Posted: Mar 14 2016, 11:39 PM
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5'7" tall
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24 years old
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344 posts Written By Christy


    His breath came out in a cloud of smoke. From an open window upstairs, he could still hear music playing. For the first few moments, he almost didn't distinguish the party sounds from the soft crying. Invisibility was an instinct, in case it was something he shouldn't get involved in.

    Leaving only a thin trail of smoke, he checked around the corners of the building and his heart stopped for a second.

    Oh. Faria. Visibility spread back over him, starting from the middle and working out to the cigarette in his hand.

    He'd thought Faria almost looked like herself in a floral print, like she did when Billy knew her first as Kate's pushy, pretty younger sister. Back when Faria and Sati were practically attached, playing the part of sisters and they dragged him out to dance and turned his cheeks and his ears red.

    Billy wasn't sure what tightened his chest more: missing that girl or knowing how far away they were from that. Now, hearing her sobs catch in her throat, it was obviously the distance between where she'd been and where she was now. That probably wasn't anything she wanted to think about. He squeezed his eyes shut a moment, trying to think about literally anything else

    Like how he was doing good this month. Two weeks and he still hadn't destroyed his newest pair of gloves. That was it. Just a thought to restart on.

    "Are you okay?" that was a question he already knew the answer to, so probably not the best way to start. He didn't know how to do this anymore, not with Faria. For a moment, he thought he should offer her a hand up or something. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, sliding down to the ground. He tilted his head back, blowing smoke rings up into the air.

    "Great party," he said, honestly unsure if he was being sarcastic or not.
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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Mar 15 2016, 09:40 AM
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23 years old
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232 posts Written By Paula


Almost like he had read her mind, the worst sort of memories flashed through Billy's head. She had looked so pretty, so sure of herself, so... Not broken. Faria's one set of nails dug deep into her palm. She hated that girl she was seeing, the sight blinded her with a hot envious rage. She had had it all and done nothing with it.

But just like that the vision was gone. Now it was a sunny sky-- A puppy-- No, just Billy-- Billy's hands-- Billy's gloved hands holding a pile of ash-- No, a-- a-- one of those writing thingys-- No, no, it was resting on top of a wooden table--

Images spun out of sight as Billy kept changing his mind. Fay closed her eyes tightly, trying not to get dizzy with it all. She had to block it out. She knew how to, she reminded herself in her harsh trainer's voice. Billy had caught her off guard, but being off guard wasn't allowed in the battlefield.

Like she had been doing for a while, every time she was overwhelmed, Faria tried to picture a warm white light that could outshine it all. She let it grow until all that was left in her mind was the light, her own thoughts and enough clarity to turn Billy's thoughts into actual words.

She tensed almost instantly. He wanted to take her hand, push her up.

Nonononono.

But he decided against it and let her be. Good. She didn't want to be rushed, he would see her face and she didn't want him to.

Still holding on to the vision of white light, Faria finally managed to even her breath and speak. "Yes," she whispered unconvincingly from within the little ball of fabric and flesh she had crumbled into.

As she always did, she picked her following words carefully, sure to avoid the ones that still gave her trouble. This process had become speedier with time but it still took a brief pause.

"Ellie must be happy," she said at last, unable to mask her anger. "You should be inside, you will miss the fun."
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Billy Williams
 Posted: Mar 15 2016, 02:27 PM
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344 posts Written By Christy


    Billy kept his eyes down, not sure if it was for his benefit or hers. He'd never been afraid of tears. They didn't strike any panic in him, having spent too much time being a shoulder to cry on for that. It used to be a piece of his identity. All he wanted was people to trust him, to be something reliable for other people. Maybe that's why he hadn't just walked away, but that only meant he was grasping for a piece of the past.

    "She's good at being happy," Billy nodded, like happiness was a skill now. A valuable one.

    Fun would't be his word of choice, which might've been part of why he was out here. It could be alright, if he let himself enjoy it. Adapting was supposed to be his strong suit. Billy could make the best of very bad situations fairly easily. Now he just found himself feeling guilty if he felt anything but angry.

    That's what he felt, mostly. The smolder of anger was always there, though different things stirred the ashes. Sometimes he was mad at himself for not leaving New Haven when he didn't have any reason to stay. He was mad at Kate and Gimo for not leaving to Seattle with the twins. Small, little things grated at his nerves to avoid hating the Agency as a whole. It was too big. He didn't have enough energy in him to hate it all at once.

    He took a deep breath. "So, in Greece, birthday cakes are round because they used to be symbols of the moon and the candles came about to be moonlight and candles were part of plenty of offerings to God and cakes happened to be particularly for Artemis. But on the other hand, other cultures believed the smoke from candles would carry prayers or wishes up to gods. Or ward off spirits. Depends on the culture."

    His smoke clouded in front of him, but it didn't carry any wishes. What applied for candles did not apply for cigarettes. If it did, too often the only wish would be please just let this day end. There was no Wikipedia for him to scroll through for hours at a time anymore.
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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Mar 16 2016, 09:33 AM
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5'10" tall
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232 posts Written By Paula


Good at being happy. Faria frowned. The concept took some effort processing and she wasn't entirely sure she understood all there was to it. How could one be good at being happy? Was it something you learned? A-- A thing that came with you since you were born? Had Faria ever been any good at it?

A small pang of pain reminded her she was still digging her nails too hard on her skin. Images of her sister and the Space Needle were flashing past her eyes, she was losing focus. Faria eased her hand and took another deep breath.

This was the part where he would tell her she could also be good at being happy. That she had to look in front of her, be good, be 'sunny' someone had told her a few days before. They all always tried to cheer her up and Faria would just wish they would stop trying. It made it worse. Like he was failing them, like she--

Billy's comment caught her unaware. A fleeting sense of guilt -for misjudging him- washed away as an inevitable small smile twisted the corner of her lips. She had liked this about Billy, his way of knowing things. The unexpectedness of it. It was painful to think of it, but it was also... not-painful. It was natural in a way she had somehow forgotten.

"In Hinduism the--- Ummm---" He had just said the word but she couldn't bring it forth. "Flames," she decided after a small pause, "mean enlightenment and hope." She couldn't remember who had told her this. Tanika, probably. It didn't really matter, it had simply felt right to share it from her little dark corner of the world.
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Billy Williams
 Posted: Mar 17 2016, 01:18 AM
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5'7" tall
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24 years old
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344 posts Written By Christy


    Smoking was a good distraction. It kept his attention visually on something, trying not to glance at Faria, trying not to make her self-conscious. He knew she was crying, and he assumed she knew that he knew, but the least he could do was give them both a chance to pretend that wasn't true, as if he didn't notice.

    "I didn't know," Billy said honestly. There was still plenty that he didn't know, "culture is fond of candles. I wonder how ancient peoples would feel about the whole aisles of them in Target," somehow, they went from light sources and symbols of enlightenment to vanilla cupcake scented decorations. Vanilla cupcake candles could probably win anyone over. Or apple cinnamon in the Fall.

    "I wonder what Ellie wished for," he said. To wake up and find this was all a dream? Even optimist Ellie couldn't be so positive that she didn't wish for what old New Haven promised. New Haven used to be ranked among the Most Beautiful cities in the world. It used to be a little elitist, and there was the crime problem, but middle-class Americans didn't need to worry a lot about that. That was the New Haven he grew up in.

    And he took birthdays for granted, casually assuming there would be more to come. That wasn't a guarantee anymore. Not for anyone, really. The future was too hard to project now. The future changed from am I going to graduate from University? to how exactly is New Haven going to get worse from here?
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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Mar 19 2016, 09:20 AM
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232 posts Written By Paula


Thinking about something else, something as random and disjointed as cultural rituals across the worlds, made it easier to push the images back and not pay them too much attention. She could see herself crying in his mind, she could understand enough to know it made him... uncomfortable? Unhappy? Something decidedly negative. But that wasn't the only thing making him feel bad, he was worried for how she felt, and for how the way he felt changed the way she felt and...

It was too complex and it made her head ache. People were always tangling themselves in these complex thoughts when she was near. Fay mostly hoped they wouldn't. She had the impression they felt they did it for her sake, but she couldn't understand most of what they were thinking. It usually only made things worse.

No, she had to pull away from it. She had to hold on to the white light and take some control. She couldn't break down the way she wanted to before him. It was too much effort.

Still not looking up, she rubbed her eyes against the back of her hand. She did so slowly, guardedly, hoping he would not notice. It didn't matter that he knew she was crying, this was still important because it felt so.

And she needed for him to stop thinking about her. It made it too hard. So she took the next thing to come to his mind and used it.

"Do you miss it?" She asked. "The way it was, I mean." He remembered a New Haven that was different from what she remembered. The glimpses of images she could see were from when he was a kid, a long time before she had anything to do with the run down city she had come to know.
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Billy Williams
 Posted: Mar 22 2016, 11:11 PM
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344 posts Written By Christy


    The past was a difficult thing. Back then, he didn't know any better. Who was to say where the path would lead if he hadn't deviated? It was simple because he didn't know any different and the most substantial obstacle for middle school Billy Williams was trying to fit in, trying to keep his sister out of trouble, and trying not to vanish without warning.

    Billy missed simplicity, but if he was honest, he didn't miss being that kid. That age of innocence was ruled by an overwhelming desire to belong and he didn't. Not really. He tried, but too many friendships were forged on desperation.

    "No--I don't know. I miss the Stray House before registration kicked in. I miss that a lot," Billy said. That was the first real time he belonged somewhere. That was when he wasn't alone anymore, not the only person in the world who made mistakes and had these weird powers that were a little out of control.

    Billy missed Gimo's pep talks, back when he still needed them, and bunking with Elliot and all the nervousness of falling in love for the first time. The moment they lost the first house was the day he new there was no way anything would ever improve. Maybe the signs were there before that, but that was when it turned real.

    "You ever wish you stayed in Seattle? Or went to New York with your sister?" the only genetics that got Faria in trouble were the ones that tied her to Kate. Connecting with a sister she barely knew dragged her into a fight she didn't need to be a part of. If she went to New York instead, she'd never know him, or anyone else in New Haven, Kate aside, and the news of a city plagued by mutants would be something caught on the news after dinner.
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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Jun 2 2016, 05:16 PM
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232 posts Written By Paula


Faria tried to remember if she had met the Strays before or after registration. Sometimes it was hard to remember things with certainty, although Faria wasn't sure if it was her memories or her trust in herself that was failing. But she remembered the House, it had been a lively place. So had been the second House, but things had been different then. Everything had already changed. It all seemed to constantly change.

For once Faria was glad her telepathy came in pictures. Sequences flashed past Billy's mind, almost immediately overflowing into her own mind. They were sequences of friendship and love and care. She was intruding into very private memories but she couldn't stay away. There was an easiness to those memories that kept her hooked. But soon they vanished.

Fay closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then, guardedly, finally looked up. Although not to his face, she wasn't ready for that yet. She simply looked head, into the empty night. She wanted to say she was sorry, but it hadn't been her fault, she reasoned, and she had been peeking and that wasn't good. She shouldn't say she was sorry, it would make it worse.

Instead, Fay pressed her lips into a thin line, pondering his question. She knew the answer to it, but... did she want him to know it too? Would it make it any better? Could it ever make it any worse?

"Yes," she confessed, finally, in a soft whisper. "Sometimes..." She couldn't have stayed in Seattle, she had been dreaming of strange cities, the big apple, sunny california, wild las vegas for too long, she had wanted to get out there. But coming to New Haven had been a surprise.

"But I can't imagine who I would have been if I had..." She added. She had learned so much in New Haven, discovered so many things she would have never even imagined... She had been happy in New Haven too.

"I liked who I was before-- I'm sorry, who I am, I shouldn't be thinking like that." They had said it would confuse her head more if she tried to make sense of all the changes. "I liked who I am..."
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 Posted: Aug 30 2016, 01:36 PM
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    "I don't think anyone would blame you for wishing you were somewhere else..." Billy said. Faria genuinely tried to help. She decided her major on it, didn't she?

    She was still pretty. Still someone's twin. Still plenty Faria. He could see it, crushed under a different reality. One of the things he always liked about Faria was her interest in people despite them not being like her. That she always made an effort to make sense of weird powers even when she didn't have her own. She deserved the same acceptance in return.

    "It's hard... it's hard to like yourself after too many changes." No, he didn't like the phrasing. It was too impersonal and she could interpret that he meant it only applied to her. That wasn't true. "It's harder to like myself now. It's hard not to feel like a mistake. Or like I made too many mistakes." Billy looked at his hands, a layer of leather between him and anything he touched.

    Invisibility was easy. He made it a part of himself, embracing being a person people didn't notice. He made that his own, used it. But it was easy because no one got hurt. There was no risk factor.

    And now he could destroy things, bend metal like it was Play-Do if he wasn't paying attention. He didn't want to think of what it could do to people. It wasn't the same as waking up in a hospital after working so hard to try to help people.

    It was just that New Haven made it hard. It made it hard to hang onto morals and dreams and all the other bits that came to make up a person. It was hard to think of himself as a person who was kind, just, willing to fight to make a difference when he did so little now but follow the rules, swallow back the anger, fall into line.
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Faria Gupta
 Posted: Aug 31 2016, 07:14 PM
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People could blame her for being here, couldn't they? Her parents hadn't wanted her to come. Rini hadn't either. Faria didn't know where Rini was and that made her anxious. Her stomach always took a small leap whenever she thought of her. Rini was here because of her.

Her eyes stung, water gathering in them again. She could see herself in Billy's mind but it wasn't her he was remembering, it was the other her, the one from the past she was still supposed to be even tho she really wasn't but she was. The thought tangled around her, gripping her so tightly it was suddenly all she could see and think and hear.

Images kept pushing at the corners of her mind, trying to shove the thought away. Images of Billy-- Not Billy, something that wasn't the Billy she knew. But none of them were strong enough to shut down her own fear, her own desperation. She wasn't her. And the things and people she needed to be here weren't there anymore. She had got them all in trouble, she had pushed them away.

Burying her face on her arms, Faria let out a choked sob and that was all it took to let go of the downpour.

"I can't--," she strutted between sobs. "I can't." She was all wrong.
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 Posted: Aug 31 2016, 09:05 PM
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    Oh, no. Maybe he was entirely the wrong person to be talking to her, full of too much nostalgia. Longing too much for what no longer existed. She was better off around people without the history, the good and bad of it. His head was full of them. Too much time spent tangled. Billy almost forgot how he got kind of... absorbed into Kate and Gimo's family. One day he realized he was in way too deep not to be family.

    Yeah, that probably wasn't helping. If only his thoughts couldn't fade away the same way he did, turning into nothing of consequence. Something that took up space, but not attention.

    But it felt wrong to leave her alone, like running away from a problem he created in the first place. Just stop thinking about anything. Black, black, black, like inhaling the gas in the Agency, fading away. The last thing he remembered before New Haven, revisited.

    "Faria, I'm sorry." What else was he supposed to do. Words sounded futile and meaningless coming out of his mouth. He twisted, flicking away his cigarette to stroke her hair. (Fuck it if he burned the place down.) "I'm so sorry."

    It was his fault, wasn't it? He didn't mean to...
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 Posted: Sep 1 2016, 09:20 AM
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232 posts Written By Paula


And now Kate was there, and Guillermo, and even her dislike for him seemed weak against the longing. For an instant, Fay forgot Billy was there, his memories her own, her sadness too overwhelming to notice him.

It was his touch on her head that brought her back. No. No, it was the dark. Like Max. Like the way she could make everything bright and white, but... the opposite. Faria clung to it, like a drowning person trying to push out for a gasp of air.

Leaning on Billy she emptied her eyes on his shoulder. Unsure of whether it was right or not for this Faria to do this with this Billy, but too drained to untangle the truth.

"I want---" She stumbled between words she couldn't grasp. "Easy. I want it easy again. Normal." She paused, measured her words, and tried again. "I don't know how to be normal again."
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 Posted: Sep 1 2016, 08:17 PM
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344 posts Written By Christy


    It didn't feel not normal to run his hands over her hair. The crying wasn't even not normal. At the very least, it was connecting to someone when the bomb made people feel so distant, so hard to reach. Very every-man-for-himself.

    Normal was upstairs. It was birthday candles and people laughing. It was making the most of a bad situation, trying to find routine in it so that it resembled Frankenstein's version of life. The twist was there was no 9-5, just training, conditioning.

    It ate at him, wanting to buy into the routine, to accept it so at least...at least he could be something closer to happy.

    Billy wasn't sure he could offer comforting words if he didn't truly believe them. How could he? Who lied to telepaths and got away with it?

    "I know..." The feeling was mutual. "I just... I don't know that we get any closer to it going backwards. And I keep trying to as much as anyone else." The only way through was forward, wasn't it? One way or another.
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