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Jonny D’ville. That was his name, he knew that. Jonny Vangelis had once been his name- had it? Yes it had, right?
Gods Jonny had been through this argument with himself so many times over the centuries he really should get over it. He couldn’t though. Not when New Texas sounded so real, but not at the same time. Not when he had no clue where he hailed from.
Everyone else knew where they came from, even Ivy! But Jonny had no clue. He had no clue if his so called memories from his childhood were just a drunken way to cope.
Jonny took another drink from his bottle of terrible spwhiskey and looked at his spcomms, watching as Nastya sent him another message. He knew posting about his emotions was stupid, he claimed he didn’t feel them and then went and posting about them. He just had to get them out, he had to try and process his feelings for once. He coughed as the liquid burnt his throat, it was dreadful shit, but the hurt wasn’t bad.
Jonny didn’t know how he felt, he felt lost sure, but he also felt right at home, surrounded by Aurora. Just down the hall was his fiance, further into Aurora was his sister, sitting in the brid- oh wait no Brian was in his room watching some stupid Earth show, Ivy was reading probably or wishing terribly she didnt join the blogs again, Raph was- who knows really, Ashes was probably burning something, Marius… eh whatever this was far too much thinking for Jonny right now.
He closed his eyes and again tried to imagine home, his real home, his father, his mother, Jack, anyone he probably made up. He wanted nothing more than to go home right now, he wanted to go home. He wanted to go to a place that wasn’t even real. He took another drink.