Seventy-Seven: ReedYule symbolically meant the end of dark days, and welcoming the beginning of lighter ones. Those words rang true for me this year.
Since that night at Rowyn's, things had been… well, still off, but at least she was in my life, even if on the periphery. January was sprinkled with some overly-polite conversations and a lot of small talk by our lockers, but it was clear that we were attempting to build a bridge over a gap that was too wide. It never seemed to be the right time to talk about Amy or Hunter or all of the things that were said, so for me, it wasn't real yet. We were sort of existing in the memory of our friendship, afraid that if we looked at it too hard, it would fade away. It wasn't enough anymore though.
I had been taking my time going through Rose's grimo
