AN HOUR LATER
IT HAS BEEN MORE THAN an hour. There’s still no word from Cassiel.
I don’t know how to wrap my head around this. Thomas had called me half an hour ago that he got two of his friends in the police department patrolling the streets, looking and trying to find a location on him. I’m crying. I’m a mess as I keep writing long messages to his number which doesn’t get delivered. I cry some more. And, wait.
The thing that has been overwhelming me right now, is good old waiting for your lover who doesn’t show up, waiting for your father, when he won’t show up to the father-daughter dances in school even after constantly reminding him and him promising me that this time it would be different. But no, the good old waiting has left me askew and has never been audacious enough to demon
