My dad was not happy to pick me up at six in the morning at some dingy gas station thirty minutes away from home.
After waking up in the middle of the park with only a crick in my neck and my dead phone as evidence of the night before, I'd spent an ample amount of time throwing what most adults would regard with distaste as a tantrum. I swore until "f**k" and "s**t" rolled off my tongue in the same way "socks" or "quantum physics" would, and I broke Lapis' guitar into even more splintered pieces.
And then I lost all trace of emotion suddenly, realized that the air smelled quite brisk, and walked. I hauled myself over the fence by the time the first glow of sunlight was cast upon the sky, and though it was cold and de-saturated by clouds until it was only a dim blue, I accepted it as a si
