It had only been a few hours since Crispen left out my bedroom window, but I can’t stop thinking about him. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I found myself lying next to him, reaffirming that everything that had happened was in no way a dream. When you’ve taken in as much information that warps everything you know, and all in the space of an evening, it can become a lot to contemplate. He said that we’d never see each other again. A part of me understood the logic in that, accepted it even. That side of me was overpowered by my desire to ignore such an idea completely. I wanted to see him again and even go as far as to say I needed to see him again. I was on the verge of death, and he saved me in more ways than one. I guess maybe you can say we’re even. I saved his life when he wa
