AERIS
A week in, and I was loving every single filthy second of it.
Mid-September in Larkhaven meant the air had finally cracked open into something crisp, mornings sharp enough to need a jacket, afternoons still warm enough to regret bringing one, the whole town smelling like cut grass and woodsmoke and the first hints of somebody's fireplace getting tested out early.
The trees along Main Street hadn't fully turned yet, just edges of gold creeping in at the tips like the season was easing into itself instead of committing all at once.
Kind of like me, if I was being honest. Easing into something I had zero intention of backing out of now.
I sat through breakfast that morning half-listening to my mother go on about the festival, and the whole time I was somewhere else entirely, repl
