- Aria -
There are days when life feels like a carefully choreographed dance, and then there are days like today, when it's more akin to a violent mosh pit. Slumped in the back of the taxi, I watched the city blur past me. Each streetlight flickered like a question mark in my mind, begging me to decipher the tangled mess of my emotions. I had quickly switched off my phone before slipping into the cab, as if the prospect of hearing from Sean or Jean-Julien would smother me with a heavy truth that I wasn't quite ready to embrace.
Inserting myself into Jamie and Lucas's company had seemed like a good idea—or at least a necessary distraction—when I dialed Jamie for his boyfriend's address earlier. Truthfully, I felt almost guilty for wanting some form of escapism, a few hours where I didn't
