Mid and I sit in silence, watching the fire between us.

I gather warmth, the heat feeling like heaven on my freezing skin.

After warming up, I stare at Mid, who stares at the fire blankly.

I realise he's looking at the ashes in the pit.

I immediately see his grief.

"Mid... When you said.. 'not again'... what do you mean?" I ask.

At his silence, I fear I've pried too far.

"..."

"Well... my parents... aren't exactly... dead." He surprises me by talking. "They... just..."

I listen in silence, quietly gesturing to continue. 

"Well... my parents.. Dirtmen, obviously..." Mid continued. "They.. liked travelling. And.. well.. my father accidentally fused with a Acid man. And..."

He stares at the fire a little longer. "My mom.. fused too. And.. they.. started to change..."

"They kept fusing... with others... kept going and going..."

"And..."

"..."

"Destroyed themselves from the chemical reaction of them all."

I look at him. His face is still blank.

The embers dance between us, casting an orange glow on his brownish face.

Something is lit up to interest.

His face portrays darkness despite being in firelight. 

"Oh.. I'm sorry." I mumble.

"...How about you?"

"Huh?"

"I meant how about you? Whats your story?"

How do I explain this?

I'm a NEW character.

I don't HAVE a backstory, or anything in fact.

"Hey! Look at that! We only have 18 more chapters!" I say, breaking into a new subject. "We should really head out!"

Mid stares at me, surprised as I stand up, looking towards the exit of the cave.

"Come on! Time's a wasting!" I say, grabbing a stick of flame and entering the night.

"Uniqua...?" Mid blinked, confused.

He sighed, grabbing a torch and following me into darkness.

I walk at a quick pace, ignoring the light snowfall pelting me. Ignoring the chilly air erasing all memory of the warm fire.

I'm a new character...

Actually, a DISPOSED character.

I don't have anything...

...

Why do you think, I oh so badly want to get out of this book?

Because I know I don't fit in.

I don't fit in anywhere.

...

I CANT fit in anywhere, unless the Author suddenly discovers my odd appearance in a particular book.

I'll be erased.

So now?

I can only escape.

I have no home.

My story is my journey.

That never.. never ends.