Theodore
Even as I’m preparing to go out, I still have the same thought nagging at me.
Is Helades really my man of the shadows?
I had been missing him, honestly, as he kept away in the last few days.
After I had decided to not go to the doctor’s to get new pills, I had surprisingly had to recognize that my sleep paralysis was gone.
It had now been a week since I had the last one, and with it the last visit from my man from the shadows.
I sigh, combing back my hair, and I groan as I feel so ugly that whatever I do, it always resembles a dirty blond.
As if I hadn’t washed it for weeks.
And I can’t possibly go out looking like a wanna-be gangster who tries to be cool in front of his teenage friends.
I can’t look like this when I risk running into him by chance.
Pushing out
