I tried to work as often as possible, to forget what happened with my 'mom', but it just wouldn't get out of my head. Finally after about two weeks, I just started crying in my room at the apartment.

"What's wrong, Dee?" Dan asked from his room. I just let myself cry it out. Dan asked me that same question about ten times before I saw him through my tears and was finally done crying.

"Get out of my room." I said, trying to compose myself. Dan frowned.

"I obviously want to help you, Dee." Dan said, "Please tell me what's wrong."

"Okay, Dan..." I said, "I'll tell you..."

"So, what is it?" Dan asked after about a minute of me saying nothing.

"I really hate myself." I muttered under my breath.

"What?" Dan asked.

"I get weepy when I'm on my period." I said. Dan blushed and left quickly, as if he felt uncomfortable. I sighed and hoped that he wouldn't ask me anymore questions for the rest of the day, but he came back with chocolates.

"Here." Dan said as he handed them to me. I frowned, not taking them.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to make sure you feel alright." Dan said. I snorted.

"Sorry." I said, "Chocolate makes me sick." Dan's shocked face was actually kind of adorable.

"Like sick-sick?" Dan asked.

"They give me a stomach ache and a head ache." I said. Dan looked away, as if he did something really bad.

"Oh." Dan said. He moved the chocolates closer to him.

"But why?" I asked.

"Chocolates always made my mother and sister feel better." Dan said, "I wanted to make you feel better too."

"So, you kept a box of chocolates?" I asked.

"Uh..." Dan said, "Yeah."

"Well, you at least you tried to be thoughtful." I said. Dan finally looked back at me, with a small smile.

"Yeah." Dan said, "I guess I'll go... Do you want anything?" I must have looked like I didn't expect that at all, because he gave me a subtly shocked look.

"Uh..." I said, "Some noodles would be nice." Dan smiled.

"Good." Dan said, "I was just about to make some. Anything else?"

"Nope." I said, after a while, "I'm fine."

"You sure?" Dan asked, "I would get you anything."

"No, I'm good." I said.

"Dee, is there any other reason why you were crying?" Dan asked, "You looked like you were holding in tears for a while now." I frowned, knowing that he knew.

"Well..." I said, "You wouldn't really believe me..." Dan frowned.

"You know that I'd believe you." Dan said.

"We've only known each other for three weeks..." I pointed out.

"Come on, Dee." Dan said, "Just tell me." I sighed.

"I'm from a different reality." I said, "And when I came here, I thought nothing of it, until my Mom couldn't recognize me and none of my friends knew who I was. I hoped it was like a group amnesia, but I found out the hard way that it wasn't. I didn't exist here. I had to move to a homeless shelter after sleeping in the park for a month. I worked my ass off to get to where I am now. And yesterday, I saw my Mom and her boyfriend. I started crying, because they acted like they cared, after not wanting me to be anywhere near them. You probably don't understand how all of this feels, but it's Hell on earth." Dan blinked as he took in all this information.

"Wait..." Dan said, "You slept in a park? For a month? Like a whole month?"

"Yes." I said, "I did."

"Wow." Dan said, "How did you survive?"

"I just barely did." I said, "Wait... Why didn't you ask about the different reality part?" Dan smiled and shook his head.

"It's what everyone would have asked about." Dan said, "Too cliche." I smiled.

"Yeah, you're right." I said, "But why do you believe me?"

"I don't know..." Dan laughed, "I just do."

"Okay..." I said.