That night was probably the final push I needed to spiral past the point of no return. Because, like I said, sometimes I obsessively pinpoint things. That was my point of no return.
A countdown was begun.
polyamory
But in this particular day, when Avery hadn’t responded to any of my texts, I happened to notice what their last status update was:
“Either I will fix this body or I will destroy it.”
Oh.
That’s not a good sign.
That’s when April pretended to be struct blind, because of course she did.
Comparing and contrasting March with my troubles with April; the official birth of Gaslamp.
It then devolved into April wallowing in the notion that there was no one ‘for her.’ I remember that specifically. “Why is there no one for ME?”
Also, the thought of being for someone made my skin crawl. As if the fact I was exploring polyamorous feelings entirely negated any blind devotion I’d felt for her.
Leading up to our much-needed vacation was stressful enough for it to warrant its own vacation. Vali had […]
Do I think Ash is evil? No. But the truth seems to be that that they’re so easily influenced by whoever is their favourite person at the time that you practically have to cryogenically seal them to trust them– Encourage a friend’s suicide? Blame Lapa. Turn on your fiance? Blame Sedona. Go through March’s documents? All my influence, obviously. Going through my journals? All Seven. I mean, all justified– I mean–
There was actually a drinking game based around how often he’d mention “psychology degree.” When asked to prove the existence of said degree, it’s harder to find than Donald Trump’s tax returns.
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