Damian
Nostalgic. That's how I feel on the inside when I stare at my childhood home. A time when I never knew of how sick the world could be when it wants- my phone rings.
-and how beautiful it could also be. Bryan, one-third of my source of joy.
“Hey babe,” I answer, pulling at my nose as I turn away from the burnt remains and to the road when I hear a vehicle approaching.
It’s the demolition operatives arriving to dismantle the remaining of the building. I want it gone, with a realtor next. I'd wrestled with the idea of giving it to James- the second third of my heart, one day but it’s too stained with evil and I felt that the boy should not be any part of that.
“Ruby wants to know if to order champagne or wine.” Ruby, the third installation of my reason for being alive.
“Bo
