chapter 7
I know I m getting to see him, finally, but everything about that interaction breaks me open and I roll over into my cushions to sob it all out. Crying in pain that s not too dissimilar to mourning my entire family ten years ago. I feel worse now I ve spoken to him briefly. This feels as much of a loss as then, even if it seems crazy and not really a comparison. Like something awful is coming, and when I see him, it will only cause me more devastation.
A nagging voice of logic and haste in the back of my head pulls me out of my dark depressive state and reminds me that if I want to get to the forest within the hour, I need to get up and motivate myself. In human form, it s a trek and a half, and I need time to get ready. I ve been living in my nightwear for days.