An unbridgeable gulf opens before me between what is right or what is entirely my satisfaction.
Or maybe "satisfaction" is not the right word for the feeling I want to express, rather it would be calm or peace, something that I have not been able to have lately.
I click my tongue, unhappy with the message I received and a thousand ideas prodding my head like a bunch of pesky bees. I don't even know how the hell to proceed.
Also, I still don't believe the image of Jasmine dead and what that may mean to me, I can't even calm myself enough to go home and see my brother, so I spend a lot of time hanging around, maybe even making sure I don't arouse suspicion in Evan.
I feel my hands shake and as I pass a store to ask for a pack of cigarettes without looking at anything else, unconcerned ab
