A week later, Racetrack found her drinking on the roof of Medda’s, surrounded by bottles. He sat down by him(her). “What are you doing up here, and why are you drinking, never mind where you got that much alcohol.” She looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “Today is the two year anniversary of my mother’s death. I have to forget the day my life became an absolute living he… living torture. Get out of here Race, I really don’t want to talk to you at the moment.” He got angry at those words.

   (S)he has always been his fratello, his brother. They had been so close, until a week ago, when (s)he had been talking to Mush, Blink, and Spot. Now (s)he barely even acknowledged his presence. “Okay, what is wrong with you, what in the world did I ever do to you, and why don’t you trust me anymore. I swear, I didn’t do anything!” She glared quite fiercely at him. “Because there are some things that you can’t tell certain people, things that… Because what I am is wrong, what’s wrong with me… it isn’t wrong! I do trust you its just, just not with this, okay?” She picked up another bottle and took one long swig. “Just go Race, you shouldn’t even be here. You can see me in the morning when I have a ginormous hangover, alright. He left with a pit in his stomach, knowing he was leaving his friend behind. The moment her was gone, she began to cry, knowing she was pushing her inamorato, her sweetheart, away. But she couldn’t face him, not yet, so she went back to drinking and crying and hating that she had so many ugly secrets she had to withhold from the very ones who took her in when there was no one else.