Frankie:
With every passing moment, I was growing more and more anxious. I couldn't decide if Darcel should have returned by now or if it was normal for these kinds of things to take so long.
After Clyde and I put everything away, we made dinner and ate. Now, he and I had both retired to our rooms for the night, and I was still waiting for Darcel to fly through the balcony doors I had left cracked for him.
My mind was whirling with all the things that could have gone wrong...
What if he finds his way home and does not want to come back?
What if he was hurt?
What if? What if? I was so full of so many questions that I thought my brain might erupt, and in the chaos of those questions, my darker half chanting broke through, calming me until I found myself humming along wit……
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