Three days We all have a moment or few when we fly through life, forgetting the minuscule times whilst we focus on the bigger ones that will pave our way for a more ‘appealing’ future. I've had some. The last one was just this week. I was paving my future of getting Sabastian Delroy out of it. For the past three days I succeeded. I'd avoided Sabastian Delroy, even as I felt his presence lurking in the shadows, waiting. I succumbed to the touch of Reagan Orniel because he was the boy I'd always wanted, knowing that when I closed my eyes at night it wasn't his blue-eyed gaze I sought. For three days I succeeded until Saturday afternoon when I switched on the wall mounted tv my dad kept in the dining area to watch the stock. I was drinking a cup of coffee and waiting for Aiden
