She leans close to me on the table and keeps saying random thoughts to me in an effort to snap me out of my mood. “You and I should make a video abo...t living down here.” She looks at me with that calm demeanor that she carries into any room, no matter who’s in it. “Or we could write something together. I bet you’re an excellent writer.” I think that’s what she said. The alcohol is starting to get to me, and I need to lie down somewhere quiet. “I’m too paranoid and useless to write anything. They considered a few other names, but Mother kept returning to 'Noah'. A few months later, when Kisara's child was born, she chose one of the names Mother rejected.Seto.The tone of the letters began to change. Mother was desperate for Buro's attention, but he lavished it on Kisara. Kisara, however, longed for the Arab boy and, after what seemed to be two or three years, finally plotted to run away with him. Mother pleaded with her not to, fearing that they would never see each other again. But. His chest was bare, and he wore a white kirtle, a sort of short skirt like piece of cloth. He was magnificently muscled.All in all he was impressive to look at. He had light brown hair, green eyes, and fine chiseled features. He was well tanned. I guess he would be, considering he didn't really wear much in the way of cloths.I informed him of the demon visitor we had, and asked if he would be my back up if I needed help. He agreed instantly, and as we left the room, he fell into what can only. I like girls.” I sat morosely looking at the floor. He said, “Look, Tag, I understand some of this. A lot goes on at a boys’ school. A lot of people don’t talk about. A lot of people don’t know about. Maybe you need to talk to somebody. I’m fine with who you are. You’re you, and I accept that. But I have to be me.” He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. “Look, I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not making sense. Someone else can explain it better. But I’m here for you. You’re still my.