Thank you. I'm glad you think so. It's easy for things like this to end up a bit melodramatic. If I managed to avoid that, I'm very happy. Thanks for commenting!
Well, I was seeing both of them at once. Had a stint with polyamory. She and I cooled it off after a while. Basically, we're both mentally ill and things were getting kind of toxic. Still friends. She and boyfriend are good friends, too. Anyway, we didn't have dinner with her, went home for that. Cod. It was tasty.
Hey, everybody. Wow, haven't been by GA at all today... Gamed a bit this morning, went out for a coffee with my ex that turned into a drink, and now we've eaten dinner.
Since we're sharing weather: It's hovering around 0C at the moment, but it's really humid so the air hurts your face anyway.
Night, tim! Sleep well.
This is so true. Some of the truest friends I have I can go weeks without speaking to, even months, but when we see each other again it’s like it was only yesterday, and we’re always there for each other when we need it.
Short chapter because putting much more into one with this much emotional content would have been exhausting for me, and probably also for some of you.
What happens to Loz you’ll find out chapter after next. I will say, though, that this is the UK and not the US, and for a 15-year-old to go to any kind of prison is quite unlikely for anything short of murder. More on this later.
Loz’s situation has certainly become a lot more precarious. Time will tell what will happen to him. Either way, Daniel is a singularly empathic kid. His reactions to all this really speaks to that. There are some difficult times ahead for everyone.
Here’s hoping. Goondness knows he needs it. He’s lucky to finally have people around him who want to take care of him. Thanks for reading and commenting!
Sunday evening the realisation hit me that Loz was going to come back to school the following day. Like a tonne of bricks, just when we were having our tea.
‘Danny? You all right, kiddo?’ Lewis placed his hand on my shoulder.
I had put down my fork and stopped chewing. I swallowed the piece of roast chicken I had in my mouth. ‘Yeah. I’m . . . I’m fine. Just, tomorrow . . .’
‘Patrick will be back,’ said Stephen with a sigh.
I blinked. I hadn’t even thought about that. Patrick seem