[PUBLIC. AGH.]

[inthistwilight]

my full real name is Evelyn Mae Williams.


everyone used to called me Evie.

but i havent gone by it for a long time.

Comments

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

NO ITS NOT

LIES

LIAR LIAR LIAR


WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING

[lefttogive.livejournal.com]

Evie's a really pretty name.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

[In between hiding from her journal and freaking the fuck out that people know her name, she manages to write in small, shaky letters:]





thank you

[rawly]

Could be worse.

But I get not wanting people to know your name.

Fuckin Rift.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

I think that's a lovely name, sweetheart.


Do you need someone to talk to?

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

I HATE THIS

this city is so stupid sometimes with its dumb rifts.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

it was nice i guess.












yes.

[She feels she has more explaining to do now. :x]

[rawly]

I hate it too sometimes.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. Where are you?

[thelightofgrace.livejournal.com]

... Guess it's not just me who has to wait now.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

i didnt want everyone ever to knooooooow. :(

because i was just






i hate chicago

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

um. my place.

[Address is scribbled heeeere.






FUCK HER LIFE RIGHT NOW. D:]

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

[FLETCHER IS ON HIS WAY.

And then he is there, knocking on her door.]

Dylan? It's me.

[thelightofgrace.livejournal.com]

I know, darlin'. I don't like it very much either.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

[... It take a few moments for her to answer. She looks anxious and irritated. And there will be a smell of burning when she opens the door.


She might have just tried burning her journal. Um.]



I... have more explaining to do now, huh?

[She steps back to let him in.]

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he smells it. And he looks concerned. But he steps inside anyway, looks around—no billowing flames, so it's probably fine—and shrugs at her.]

Only if you want to.

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

[She shuts the door after him and turns, leaning against it. She bites down on her lip.]

I.. Um.

[Awkward pause.]

No one else really knew my real name. ... Apart from one person, cause the Rift made me little again.

I didn't want people to know yet.

[knowmycall.livejournal.com]

Well... people know, now.

But if y'don't want anyone callin' you that—if you still prefer Dylan—I'm sure everyone would understand. Just let 'em know.

[As far as he figures, Dylan must have a good and deeply personal reason for not wanting people to know her real name, so he won't prod.]

[fellfrommyheart.livejournal.com]

... They do.

[She makes a pained face. Stupid Chicago.]

I was thinkin'. Like.. the person. Who. Knew? Well, I was thinking, when I went home. That. Maybe I might go back to my old name, one day. Or something. I don't..

But I wanna be Dylan for a little while longer. Then.. maybe I can be Evie again.

[Pause.]

So... you'll still call me Dylan even if you know what my real name?