At sixteen, Blu’s full time job was taking care of his mother. That, and being Lilac’s ‘Friend’. These days, she was a lot angrier than normal, and though he would gladly never see her again, she began to show up on the stoop of the old windmill Aspen and Blu took residence in.

“But sweetheart…” She had taken a liking to these false niceties instead of the jeering nicknames from when they were younger,

“If you don’t come over today i’ll be lonely, and i’ll have no choice but to tell the council about you- remember, your a mistake darling. The word mistake positively dripped with honey as it fell from Lilac’s lips, and each time she reminded him of that fact, Blu felt as though he was drowning quicker in the sugary syrup. He was a mistake. At least Lilac cared about him, even though he was a mistake.