"Why should you be sorry? I read stories about… far away places and happy endings but you know what every good story has in common? It’s always worse before it gets better." she tugged at his bangs lightly. "But they get better… I’m sorry," she sighed. "It’s my fault you can’t do the things you want too.. if I was.. normal, then you could just— run off and do whatever you wanted…"
She was always right about this sort of thing - but he could never look past the darkness to search for the light at the end of it all. Sometimes it felt as though he were drowning. Carver sighed, looking downwards when she tugged at his bangs.. "There's nothing... abnormal about you. You're perfect the way you are, Bethany. Don't even wish you were different for my sake. Perhaps if I had been a mage, we could all be in this together."














