Duck Lake the frumious Bandersnatch!”

The answer was not one she wanted.

The proper way to go about things was to tell her “yes, you are wrong, here is why. Fix it and do better.”, then she could be right again. Reverie did not, she drew her in to an embrace and Blossom fought off her own tears, but not for the same reason. 

There was something wrong with her, there had to be. She was made for music, for light, for happiness, so why wasn’t she happy? Why did the world hurt her? Why did everything compound itself into a pain she couldn’t run from, couldn’t hide from, couldn’t draw breath without it creeping into her lungs? What was Blossom for if she wasn’t happy?

What was wrong with her, why wasn’t she happy?

I love you too momma. She croaked out.

I know you’re lying, I’ll fix it, I’ll fix myself.