It was almost midnight, and Kurt had been dragged away from his room hours earlier much to his dismay. It was only now that he was able to get back to his computer, the machine he didn't like or understand less than twenty four hours ago. He was also slightly annoyed to see that someone had turned it off while he was gone, and it would take him a whole two minutes to get back to his e-mail again. Why did two minutes seem like forever all of a sudden?
"Dear Kurt,
You are absolutely unreal! You were a trapeze artist, you fence, you teach, you're not perverted or incredibly old, I am inches away from believing that I'm actually asleep and when I wake up I will not be a happy girl. That sounds crazy doesn't it? *L* Great, now I sound crazy! You'll have to forgive me, I'm having a very stressful night. My idiot ex boyfriend called me a million times and e-mailed me as well. He doesn't seem to understand that goodbye means goodbye. I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on like this. You said you live in a school because you had nowhere else to go, but why is that if you don't mind me asking? I don't mean to pry, it's just that I'm an orphan, and I always seem to attract people with dysfunctional home lives for some reason. Not that I'm saying you have a dysfunctional home life or anything… oh my, I'm sounding stupid again, aren't I? I should just stop now I guess.
Ami
PS – Please be real"
Kurt's face flushed. What was it about this girl that he didn't even know? He'd only started corresponding with her earlier that day but it seemed like they were supposed to meet. He sighed, suddenly feeling very foolish and cliché.
"Dear Ami,
I assure you I am very real, and it flatters me that you would say something like that. You speak of me as if I am this amazing character but really I am just a regular person. You were right however, about me being an orphan. My mother chose to give me away when I was born, and I was raised in the circus. I don't mind talking about it, but some of the details are not very clear, not even to me. Still, I don't think of my life as dysfunctional. I consider myself very blessed to have lived my life, and to be able to see things the way I do. I think I have a better understanding of certain things than most people do. I will admit I'm looking forward to reading every e-mail you send me. I will also admit to feeling a little silly, maybe because this is the first time I've even really used a computer quite this much. While I may sound exciting I really am an old fashioned person I guess.
Sincerely,
Kurt"
He read the e-mail one time through and stopped at his second sentence. "You speak of me as if I am this amazing character but really I am just a regular person." Was it a lie? He stared at the ceiling, for once trying to ignore his blue skin, tail, and clawed hands. He had lived in his own skin long enough to feel comfortable with it, and he was no longer ashamed of his appearance. Suddenly though, he was wishing he could truly say he was a regular person, and not be telling a half-truth. He was wishing the world would simply accept him as normal.
Finally turning his attention back to the screen he hit the send key, and crawled into bed.
