Finn

Morning comes faster than I expect. Last night, it was… I don’t have the words to describe it. I thought it would last forever, away from sunlight and anybody else’s opinions. A hangover clusters at my temples, informing me the Haze’s effects only chase those off if you spend it alone. Memories of last night only exist in flashes, but I’d still rather have those than no headache.

The scent of clove and aniseed still hangs heavy in the air. Her. My mate. ...