Book 9: The Air I Breathe

Sydney

I stayed out all day. I didn’t come home until the sun faded and the sky turned an inky, endless black dotted with stars. 

Admittedly, I stayed at my office until nearly 10:00 PM just to piss Cosette off, thinking she’d be waiting by the door to cuff my ears even though she was the one who bullied me out of my own home this morning. 

Being alone, thrust into a somewhat normal routine again, felt right. It felt good. I feel somewhat like myself again after a day working and several hours spent shifting and running through the woods.

But I also didn’t stop thinking about Sarah all day long. I replayed those memories she returned to me over and over again until the night we spent together after the ball was so clear I could taste the vanilla chapstick she was wearing and smell the floral perfume scenting her skin. 

Now I’m home, walking through the garage door, and the house is quiet and dark. 

But the ligh