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wip wednesday masterpost
excerpt from “it’s something about the stars”:
One would think learning that magic and ghosts were apparently real would shake Kevin’s worldview so thoroughly that he would hang up the phone and block Gansey forever, but if one thought that, then they clearly didn’t know Kevin Day. “What did you used to be?” He asks.
Gansey breathes, shaky, “Alive. Real. I died again, and now he’s gone. I used to be a person, and now I’m just a thing in the shape of a boy.”
Kevin thinks of something to say, and what he decides on is maybe the best and worst thing that he has ever said before. “Riko broke my hand.” He says.
“Riko?” Gansey asks, startled, then continues, “Right, right. It’s easy to forget sometimes that you’re Kevin Day.”
I wish I could forget I was Kevin Day, he thinks. I wish I could just be Kevin Day.
“Riko broke my hand,” He repeats, “And then I left, and something in me changed. I’m not who I was. I think I hate who I was. But I’m still me, I’m just a different me. Maybe you’re still you, but you’re just a different you.” He pauses. “If that even makes sense.”
Gansey chuckles. “It makes sense. I like it. I’m still me.” He whispers. “I’m still me.”
