* * *
The next morning, you wake with a groan.
Every muscle in your entire body aches, though you can’t possibly imagine why.
At least, for about two seconds, until the events of the previous evening come spinning back.
And then you see your apartment.
Your poor little studio apartment.
All your pictures are askew, books knocked over on the shelf, shoes and clothes strewn from your closet.
It looks like a tornado’s come through.
You groan, rubbing your head.
What have you done?
It feels like you’ve just unleashed a beast.
And…his parting words echo around your head.
Did he really call you a crazy, wild, amazing human?
Your phone glows, and you reach for it groggily, wondering what time it is. That’s when you see the text from your boss.
That’s right.
You’re supposed to work today.
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The Hot Guy is Nowhere to be Found
Ziros
The raging storm inside me threatens to burst.
I’ve held out this long.
Held out untilhere, wherever here is.
All I see is grass.
Golden, dry grass, spent from the summer sun.
Have I gone far enough east? There are no houses, no farms.
Nothing as far as I can see.
Nothing but a little strip of deserted highway stretching off into the golden plains and rolling hills.
I’m past that damn cult. A long way past.
But am I far enough?
The storm inside me is beyond anything I can control.
