You can't run, Bori

"Bessy, what the hell do you mean I should go back there?" Boris turns around to face Bessy, her long neck extending out of the water hovering over the boat looking at the tired man below.

Moonlight shined down on the lake, the only other light besides the out worn out lamp lying near Boris’s leg. The night seemed peaceful and romantic, but to Boris it was dreadful. He wanted to be asleep already but Bessy woke him up.

"Boris, you know damn well what I meant," She turned her head while leaning in, nuzzling her nose against Boris's head, "Go back to Jean's home and try to talk this out. It has been a month since you have talked to him and seen anyone besides me and occasionally Andrew who has been trying to get you to stop being so stubborn."

He pushes her face away as he crosses his arms defensively, "Have you lost your mind? Jean wouldn't want to see me near his doorstep and even then, he might just shoo me away. Look, it's probably better this way… What I did was… terrible. Even if it wasn’t meant to be at him, even if I never meant to hurt him, what I did… I can’t look at him."

"That's unhealthy and you know it. You refuse to even fix your mistake.” Bessy nearly growls at him, bearing her teeth. “I'm losing my patience with you and your paranoia and you're aware of it. You even chased away Neon Wings when they were offering to help you make peace with your past and Jean." Moving away from Boris, pulling her head back and away from the boat.

"There was no way to make peace! What happened to me was unfair and you know it. What I went through crushed me and who I was."

"Boris, why are you so afraid of it!? Our old lives?! To make up to Jean!? Why do you think everyone out to get you?!" She snapped at him, getting mere inches away from his face roaring baring her teeth, her eyes ice cold as she stared down Boris.

He took a step forward and shouted, his face turning red,"Besonia! You damn well why I am terrified! I was thrown out of my own home! Called a murderer for something I didn’t do! I was named a monster! A god damned monster! You can never understand what I went through! No one can!" Standing his ground, he finally flashed the scars across his chest, the scars left by the god as they pressed their claws into his bloody scales, as the floor under him fell away to the sky. Pushing his sweater up as he yelled back. His knuckles clenched tight as hot tears streamed down his face staring into Bessy’s bright blue eyes. “I…. I… I don’t want to face them. That place isn’t my home, it is hell.” Boris looked away ashamed as he promptly shoved his sweater down as he makes his wings disappear.

Took back by his out lash, she moved back, slowly exhaling as she stared down the old man as he held back tears. Bessy gave him a weak nod, swimming away from the boat and looking at the sky above.

"...Bessy?... Where... Where are you going?"

"I'm going to leave you for a bit. Until you can get yourself together..." She turns around, looking hesitant but nods her head and says one last thing before leaving, "I mean, you’re right. I can never understand your pain, the fact I threw away my chance to be a god to make sure you’re okay, called a failure by my high ranked family, but yes… I could never understand..." The thing Boris sees before getting splashed with a wave of water was her driving down seeming with grief in her stare.

10 minutes later and he was staring out into the lake, his gaze never breaking. Boris keep looking where Bessy left and felt the realization dawn on him, the one person that could have dealt with his madness just left. Now he truly felt alone.

"Boris did you miss me?"

He locked up as he held a tight grip on the railing of the boat. Boris started to breath heavily and hold himself tightly, pulling his sweater tighter against his back. How was he supposed to apologize to him? It seems a bit odd for Jean to come to him now. He would have expected him to wait until he appeared at his house or later than this. Taking a deep breath, he quivered out. "Hey Jean... Look I want to apologize for saying no to you. I didn't mean for you to get hurt like this. I understand why you might be mad or can't look at me but I hope we can still be friends.When… I yelled at you, it wasn’t meant to be at you. I..." The deck was suddenly had little water droplets right beside Boris's feet as he lowered his head. "I... I can't believe I'm saying this but you're my friend-- no… you are more than just a friend to me and I felt my heartbreak knowing what I had told you caused heartache. I want to make it up to you. I want to be friends with you again if I can’t be anymore than that to you. Please... I'm begging. I'm so sorry. I miss you and everyone else. I'm scared, Jean. I need to explain to you and everyone what could happen. No one knows what he can do. He will not stop at anything to get to me I can’t let you or anyone get hurt"

“No one will get hurt, Bori. As long as you stop running, you know you can’t do it forever. Especially from your own best friend.”

“I… what? Jean are you oka--” As he turns around to finally face Jean, his heart skipping a beat, it fell flat the minute his eyes landed on him, what he saw wasn't him. How? He heard his voice, he heard it, he heard it, he heard it, and he swore to god he heard it.

Yet that wasn’t Jean, Jean wouldn’t be grinning at him. After everything he said, after everything they went through, Jean isn’t one to grin out of nowhere.

Jean does not have red eyes.