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No one has ever stared at me in horror and breathlessly demanded to know what I am. It never happens like that. I hate having that conversation, though, so I usually make sure it takes place over a cup of coffee and try not to stutter too badly.Even though I am one of the weeniest guys you’ll ever meet, some of my quirks aren’t actually the result of neuroses, like everyone assumes. It’s not that I don’t eat in public because I can’t stand being watched; I actually don’t eat at all. I guess I could, physically, but it makes me sick. Not going near the river? Yeah, I don’t really like running water, but even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to cross it. Playing catch-and-release with the spiders? You would, too, if you could feel them die.
Words are not my forte.
"What are you?"
The full answer to that question has two parts, and while neither is particularly complicated, the two come together to make something tricky.
Most people are usually looking for the fact that I'm dead. More specifically, undead. That's never really bothered me, but it bothers other people, sometimes a lot, so most of the time I let people assume I'm completely spastic.
The second part, the tricky part, was that I'm a medium. I see ghosts, but it's more than that. The clue is in the word itself. A medium is something – someone – in the middle, something between. Between two worlds, between alive and dead. Even when I was alive, part of me was dead, and once my body died, I was – paradoxically – still alive. It makes sense to me, but it's impossible to articulate, so I usually explain what I can do and leave it at that. My superpowers, I call it. Ha.
When they need it, I help ghosts to cross over. I have to.
It's tricky because I also feel death. There are varying degrees of awfulness, and I feel terrible for saying that some deaths hurt less than others, but it's true. It's easiest to handle little things, like when someone steps on an ant. Murder hurts like I'm the one dying. A medium cannot kill, so a medium who ended up as a vampire is pretty much just a joke. I've never wanted to kill, but sometimes...
Sometimes I wish I could have been dangerous. Danger is impressive.
I'm not.
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*loves the gifts, but seriously. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO MAKE SOMETHING TO PAY ME BACK. Flails everywhere* gonk
;D *rersts chin on her handle bars*
*grins as she wipes at her eyes* Okay. If I ever need you... *bites her lip*
... Bye, Lenny.