*Zac*
I run down the path, desperately searching for Astrid and more happy than ever that I did not give into my demons tonight … I had a good long cry instead of getting drunk or high and drove around all night, thinking.
Actually I was nearby when Astrid called, driving around aimlessly, considering stopping by her house to explain why I said what I said and why this is scaring me.
When I saw it was her calling I had thought that was what she wanted to talk about, but instead I had gotten a choked up rant about a ghost that is alive and a failed angel.
“Where are you ?” I ask out into the crisp morning, wondering where she is.
Then I spot a young man who looks like he would prefer to run, if it wasn’t for Pjuske sitting at his feet, looking up at him.
“Hi Pjuske boy”. I say, scrat
