Ithaca.
Ray got me tickets yesterday after a long, heart to heart—which was mostly me crying and trying to explain what the word Erasthai meant. As well as where I came from. She’d looked at me like I had another head the entire time.
She didn’t say I was crazy. She didn’t need to. Her expression spoke volumes on what she chose to believe. That there are no other realms that exist other than this one and I had loose screws in my head.
I told her about Alaric too.
It was then she had called back home and asked her mother if I could stay with her and her siblings for a couple of weeks. . .or months. Until I was fine again. Until I could keep it together. Until I was healed enough to come back. Until I could hear HIS name without feeling Ezra’s pain that has me in such pain, I can’t breat
