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Mint Wind
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>five minutes ago I stacked another miracle onto mine just to make it work better, when I could've gotten flight or x-ray vision or bloodbending or whatever instead.
You’re not entirely sure that your wish was granted. You don’t feel any different, at least.
>call Ikram, find out where he got retcon-teleported to.
You would, but that dumbass doesn’t even have a phone. Seriously, what a luddite.
>She's pretty clearly desperate for some kind of connection, here.
Sighing quietly, you reluctantly hug Ronnie, bringing her close. “There, there.“ You pat her head. “People in bad places don’t always think rationally, Ron, but you’re getting better, no matter what happens. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, someday soon, you’ll be fine. You’ll be happy. The trick is dealing with all of the bullshit while you’re working on getting there.”
“But…” Ronnie glances at her body, with Lily inside it. “I only know one way of dealing with stuff.”
“Well, you can’t do that anymore. We won’t let you. Look, Ron, I’m not - I mean, I know I’m kind of a - a harsh person, but if you really do want my opinion, I’ll tell you what I think, and I’ll be honest. Is that what you want?”
“Y-yeah. It could help me figure things out.” Ronnie sniffles, and you suddenly feel an odd sense of responsibility. Maybe it’s just because she looks like Lily.
“Right, then. Let’s see… about the whole ‘shooting up’ thing, don’t worry about it. It’s your uncle who fucked up, not you. He should never have let you join in. As for Lily… god, it feels weird to talk to Lily about Lily, but… sometimes, when we’re desperate, we don’t always make the best decisions. It’s hard to see help for what it is, or to accept it. It’s not your fault.”
“But it’s still me making all of these stupid decisions.” Ronnie sniffles. “I should be a better person than this.”
“Ha. That’s not… Huh. Okay, Ron, I’m going to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else, okay?”
“Huh? Okay. I promise.”
“Then here goes.” You lean in a bit closer, and whisper more quietly. “I’m the dumb kid in my family. I’ve got bad grades, I’m bad with people, and I’m scared of a lot of stupid shit. I don’t have any real friends besides Lily and Raven. Everyone around me knows what they’re good at: Dad’s a mathematician, Lily’s got straight-As and is an actress, and Mom is a wonderful dancer. Me, though? I can’t do anything, and most people think I’m a bitch, anyway.”
“I, um… I don’t think that.”
“Really?”
Veronica hesitates.
“Don’t worry about it.” You shrug. “It’s okay. I know I’m a jerk a lot of the time. It’s just who I am, I guess. I mean, when I try to let that anger go, all that’s left is a scared, weak little girl.”
“I don’t think that you’re weak.”
“Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m sorry. There was a point to this whole speech, back when I started it, but I guess it kind of turned into me whining about my problems, huh?”
“I don’t mind.” Ronnie hugs you tightly. “Thank you for trusting me.”
You pause, looking at her. You realize that you’ve never really thought about her feelings in all of this. You’ve been more concerned with the prospect of losing Lily. Looking at Ronnie, sitting there, you begin to wonder how scared you would be in her position, to be wearing another girl’s face. After a moment, you hug her back. “Hey, um… I take back what I said earlier.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You…” You stop mid-sentence and take a long breath, still unsure. “You can be my sister for a while, if you want.”
“Really?” Her eyes widen, surprised.
“Yeah.” You smile softly. “I don’t mind.”
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