January 18th, 2019
Collège de St. Cyr
Serpens Hall
Moon in Gemini - Waxing Gibbous
My hands go numb, no longer holding on to Alec's. He clings to me, eyes like saucers, sweat beading his face. Never has he looked so young, and I've often forgotten this boy is only eighteen. How can anyone be so broken and destroyed at his age? I was full of hope and dreams at eighteen, when I first walked through these halls, breathing in all the knowledge hidden in the crevices of this place. There for me to take. I was innocent and eager, at his age; Alec is dark, tainted, a murderer.
My own child, a murderer. How the fuck did this happen?