WILLOW
“What’s this?” I ask, even as I take it from him.
“It’s a sleep repressant,” he explains. “It’s meant to keep you up at night. I have one exactly like this. It helps out whenever I want to pull an all-nighter.”
“Ah. I see.” I wear it on my left wrist. “Where did you get such a resourceful object?”
“A witch,” he leaves it at that. I don’t press for more. I thank him for the band. And he bids me farewell.
“See ya.” He waves. And for a moment, I think his eyes gleam. It’s gone in a flash. Maybe I imagined it.
What a great day it’s been. I’m feeling light. Light enough to make some time for Aiden tomorrow.
I’m not oblivious enough not to have noticed that I’ve been avoiding him all day. Not because I’m wary or tired of him. Something just keeps propelling me to stay away from
