Azazel
J was talking to Mrs. Prescott downstairs. I looked my way around the room. It had been so long since I'd been here. The last time I was here, I confessed my love for her. It seems like an eternity ago. It used to smell like her, like lemongrass and sunshine. Now, it smells wrong. It's not bad, it just smells different. I made my way through her journal. There had to be something.
Dear Diary,
We're back from LA. I really feel tired to jot something down but what I'm going to tell you is totally worth it. I don't know why I feel so shy about it but I have to be honest. And this was the best night of my life.
I and Azazel did it. And, it was amazing. If I'd had some experience, I would've said it was the best I ever had. But I don't have any. And it's better this way. Cuz, I belon
