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Chapter 5

Sera POV

I think I knew this was coming. I want to say that he doesn't need to, but I really want to understand him and what he's gone through. He's a more complicated person than I thought. All I could do is muster up worry about comfort. Curiosity is a curse.

-"John, are you comfortable with talking about it now? I know I said I wanted to talk to you, but I was just being impulsive."

-"No, I'm not comfortable talking about it, but the thing is, I don't think I ever will. I want to tell you now." I wait a second before responding.

-"Ok, John... Lead the way." He takes a deep breath and begins.

-"My past is... complicated. You already know I have an ability and that I was a late bloomer. Only in my later school years before Wellston did I have an ability. I was a miserable cripple up until then." That part at least explained his views on unOrdinary.

"Before I had my ability, a girl named Claire offered a friendship. Her ability was Clairvoyance, and she had had a vision of me rising to power with an ability. At first she helped me for her own self gain, but we became friends. You still know all this, for the most part. Now into new territory. Additionally, a boy named Adrion also became my friend, and also helped strengthen my ability. You can probably already guess the satisfaction I got from beating those who once could beat me, but I was corrupted by my power, consumed by my lust for revenge. I beat anyone for any reason, no matter how small. After helping me all they could, and seeing how corrupted I was, they started avoiding me, specifically Claire. I cast them aside, like trash, and replaced them instantly. Eventually Claire must have had another vision, because one day, she lured me out into the open to be betrayed, and grouped together over half my class. I beat them all at the same time." It seemed he was done, but he continued.

"That wasn't the end of my story before Wellston. I was taken in by the authorities, since I was so rebellious and destructive. They sent someone, an interrogator, if you could call him that, named Keon, to give me lessons. He used his ability to make me constantly remember all the horrible things I did. Every day, every lesson, it was ingrained into my memory that I was a monster, and I needed to change. Then I chose to go here. I met you, and the rest is history." We sat in silence for a while. He sighed, closing his eyes, and leaning his head up against the couch.

-"John?" He opened his eyes again, looking at me with worry.

-"Yeah, Sera?"

-"Thank you." He looked shocked.

-"Thank you?! I thought you would be furious with me? I was bracing myself for when you decided to disassociate from me! Why? How can you forgive me so easily?" He was on the verge of tears by the end of the sentence. I wrap my arms around him in a hug.

-"John, I'm thanking you because you told me everything. You may not think that as much, but it is. You trust me. You've gone through so much, that I'm not sure if I would ever trust anyone ever again if I were in your shoes. And yet, you trust me." I can't stand to see him so defeated.

-"But you heard my story. You know what I was in my old school. How can you still even look at me the same?" I start to become teary eyed, seeing him like this.

-"John, what you were in the past isn't reflected in who you are now. Your ego-driven revenge-maniac self isn't the real you."

-"Sera, I don't know if me right now is the real me! I don't know who I am! I don't know who I can be! How can you associate yourself with someone as unstable and unpredictable as me?!" He begins to break down, beginning to cry ever so slowly.