xp_logs | Late Thursday Night (Reply)

He couldn't sleep. He was to interested in the list of books Kitty had given him, to interested to even think about sleep. He was determined to figure out his mutation...so at least one thing in his life would make some sort of sense.

Softly, he padded into the dark computer room and noticed one computer still on. Curious, he moves toward, laughing softly as he compares himself to a moth drawn to a lightbulb. Slowly sitting down at the computer, he notices that someone is till logged on to this particular computer, thus the reason it was still on. Biting his lip, he wonders whether or not he should turn it off, but deciding that he didn't want to ruin anyone's work, shifts over to the computer next to it.

As he waits for the computer to boot, he notices a book lying next to the logged in computer. Again curious, he picks it up. It's a well loved book, titled "Aristotle's Nicomocean Ethics," a bit much for him this late at night. He would have just placed the book down again if it hadn't been for a piece of paper sticking out of it. Thinking that maybe this would give him a clue as to who the book belonged too and thus he could return it, he places a finger in the book to hold it's place and takes out the sheet of paper glances over it.

A glance won't do at all. He has to read the entire thing, for what was written...was written about him. About how he had totally and utterly stolen someone's heart away and yet, all the reasons why they shouldn't be together, the author (from the text he could tell it was female) trying to convince herself that she could not and would not love him.

He almost could not bring himself to find the name of the person this letter was addressed too, afraid of who could have such feelings for him. But he had too...had to face whoever it was with the knowledge of what he had read...

The name brought tears to his eyes, tears of neither joy nor hate, but total confusion. Forgetting everything that he had come there for, he had the urge to run. Leaving the book, he couldn't make himself leave the letter, so in it's place, he left the printout of Physics books.

Quieter then when he came in, he left the Computer lab, hoping he would meet no one until he had made it back to his room, where he could be safe and cry his heart out to the tune of his roommates content snores.