Am I Really Losing My Mind??

Deacon had been feeling rather uneasy as of late. His mind had been drawing blanks since the day he had made a new friend. That day at the lake, he met Eloi, a mute. Being the loudmouth that he was, he took a chance and tried to talk to her, not knowing she was mute. Like that was supposed to stop him from talking. Luckily for him, she went along with and the two became friends.

While they managed to get acquainted he learned her power, telepathy. That meant that words in his mind that were not his own were the closest things to a voice he would ever hear from the poor girl. That wouldn't stop him from talking though. He liked to talk; it was practically his life!

While the two were outdoors together, she was picked on. That had infuriated the mentally deprived Deacon. He had engulfed some guy into flames, then had to witness Eloi freaking out, unable to control her power, which he was a victim of. All of this killed the poor pyro inside.

He needed to take some time off to reflect on all this, so he opted to go up to the roof for some alone time. He walked over to the edge then looked up into the night sky. He just hoped that Eloi would feel better. He blamed himself for everything that happened. She had explained to him through thoughts that she was scared of people and for people, and he now knew why. He just couldn't forgive himself for this. He wondered how he would be able to live with himself after all this. All of this he pondered as he stood there on the roof, gazing off into the noctune horizon.

Deacon was now sitting near the edge of the roof, trying not to fall, while thinking back to that time when she passed out. If only he had known beforehand that she was afraid...none of this would've happened. What to do now, he constantly thought.

He blamed himself for not knowing before that she couldn't control her power, for her being picked on and shoved off continuously. He wondered if she was alright and he'll ever be able to get near her ever again. He sighed softly as he covered his face in shame, not knowing if anyone else was around, though his burning red hair was highly noticable.

Deacon just sat there, feeling pain, in more ways than one. He heard footsteps drawing closer to him, but didn't bother to see who or what it was that was coming toward him. With his watery red eyes, he looked up then turned to the person sitting beside him, Eloi. He felt her tugging his ear, like he had asked to do whenever he talked too much. He could hear her thoughts. In reality, he should be the one saying sorry. "No...I'm sorry..." he said while shaking his head.

Though it didn't seem to be his fault at all for everything that happened, he felt as if it was. He could hear her thoughts again. She was right; she could have possibly hurt him, but he knew he couldn't possibly blame her for anything. And he does want to be her friend; it was all he wanted at this point. He turned to her. "O...of course I wanna be yer friend..." he answered simply.

Though she didn't really feel that this would be right, he would still persist and insist. A look of determination shrouded Deacon's face as he glanced at her. That was just like him, insisting on being around others, not wanting to give in too easily. He shook his head. "Dangerous? Nah. I've seen worse, a lot worse."