Lumen could feel something wet dripping down onto her shoulder as she marched down the street…and it wasn’t melting snow. She overlooked it, trying to leave the poor kid alone; soon enough though she heard a small sob from him.
“Why are you helping me…?” he sobbed into Lumen’s course hair plaintively. “I’m not normal! I’m a monster!” Lumen could feel him pressing his face into her hair even more and his grip tightened three fold.
“First of all,” she answered calmly, almost without emotion, “no one is normal, because being normal means being exactly the same as someone else—and that is most definitely not normal. And you are not a monster. A monster is someone or something that kills in great quantities without remorse for what they have done. Trust me; you are no kind of monster.”
There was a swelling silence that was only disturbed by the fierce roar of the wind and the crunch of Lumen’s boots in the snow.
“And why I’m helping you…?” she asked herself. She gave a faint smile into the blizzard. “Because I can.”
