Six nights have come and gone since Julia disappeared. I don’t know why I haven’t moved on yet. Against my better judgement, I’ve been keeping generally close to where I think she was the night she vanished. There’s no use. She’s gone. Julia’s dead. I know it. And so do the cats that stalk these woods at night.
Nothing’s been that easy since I lost her. The bark pierces into my paws in a way I never really noticed before. The wind cuts through my fur and stings my skin with the slightest gust. What do I do? How can I move on? The light has gone out of m-
Oh my god those seniors are giving out peanuts
