Pathei Mathos

Trials of New Rome - A Percy Jackson AU.

🌒 Tayson Madkour as Cassian Slade Murphy; Grandson to Ares and Hephaestus, Legacy of Mars; 25 years of age; #D54102

🌒 Tyler Young as Nikolas Kanan Rumancek; Grandson to Hades and Hermes, Legacy of Deimos; 27 years of age; #669966

🌒 Christopher Briney as Leonidas Varo Corvin; Son of Neptune, Legacy of Euterpe; 27 years of age; #00656C

Long time RPer, Retruning to Play-By-Post, New to site.

What Are You Listening To?

What Are You Listening To?

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

It wasn’t the goodbye that ruined me it was the silence that followed, a proof that u were never coming back.
The way the days stretched on without your voice,
the way I kept checking my phone for a message that never came.
It was the quiet unraveling of hope,
the realization that closure was a luxury I’d never be given.
You didn’t leave with a storm you left with a whisper,
and somehow, that broke me even more.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

5

And just like that... POOF! Lola's Gone!

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______________________________________ •• ━━━━━━━━━ ♆ ━━━━━━━━━ •• ​𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ​• 𝙰𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊 ​𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚗 ​• 𝙳𝚎𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 ​• 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 ​• 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜 ​• 𝙷𝚢𝚙𝚗𝚘𝚜 ​• 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚞𝚜 ​• 𝙷𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚜 ​𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ​• 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚜 ​𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚉𝚎𝚞𝚜 ​• 𝙷𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 ​• 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚜 ​• 𝙳𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎 ​• 𝙴𝚛𝚒𝚜 ​• 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 ​• 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 •• ━━━━━━━━━ ♆ ━━━━━━━━━ •• ______________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 - 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 | ♆ | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝’𝚜 𝙴𝚍𝚐𝚎 | ♆ | 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 - 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟼𝚝𝚑 𝚆𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛: 𝙲𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎, 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝙰 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚢. 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚊𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍—𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢—𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜: 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚊’𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚜’ 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝—𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 (𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚢). 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖, 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. “𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎,” 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛. “𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛.” 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎: 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐, 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗. ____________________________________________________________________________

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

Complete the Story

Untitled; Undated though circa 2018

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 she could feel him. Lying there beside her. He liked keeping their room like an ice box with the fan on high, even in the winter time. He hated being hot, but he always climbed under the covers with her because he knew she loved it when they cuddled each other to sleep. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked at him as he still slept. The dark hair and red beard. His licks shining a beautiful golden brown, his facial hair a fire set across his features. A tame, peaceful flame. Nevertheless, it was beautiful. His face, which was normally riddled with anxiety, pain and stress, had no remnants of his worries. His forehead wrinkles, frown lines and the bags beneath his eyes were gone. This was truly her favorite time of the day, and for her, it was a rarity. Being known as a night owl, her mornings she slept away and stayed in late, so he usually woke long before her. But not today. Normally she’d have gone back to sleep, but not this time. She would cherish this moment because she of all people knew that “all good things must come to an end”. She reached a hand out to tenderly stroke his face. As her index finger trailed down his cheek, his eyes closely opened, illuminated in the light. That smile of his that she adored so much sleepily stretched across his lips as he stretched before whispering a name. It wasn’t hers. Her own smile faded and before she could speak, everything faded out.

She’d woken up. She was back in her room, laying beside her sleeping little one. Reality slowly began to set back in. A soft sigh left her as she wrapped her arms around her baby girl, holding her tight. She had to remind herself that some old sayings could be changed. Because only “some good things must come to an end”. She at least still had one she could count on.

Hidden Away in the Wolf's Den

will make the coding prettier later.. I’m on mobile.. deal with it

Complete the Story

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𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙼𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 when she’d have a problem was keep it to herself and just kind of mark it down in her mind. Dog-eared the incident and tucked it away in her mental file box for when she had a flare-up and would bring things you’d have done “wrong” in the past, even though at the time it happened she’d simply smiled and said “it’s okay”. Dad was like that, too. Wouldn’t tell you what was wrong. Hell, he wouldn’t even talk to you.

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𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗’𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 for love and acceptance. Constantly on the search for a place to belong. Throughout the years I’ve only ever felt that once, at least since she left. To survive, I had to become a hunter. Always on the prowl. I never felt safe, and was always on the move. After him, after everything we (had) put each other through, no one seemed to compare. It’s risky business… moving on. Or rather, trying to. I find myself getting lost in the night sky, trying to desperately to remember the stories he’d tell me. If only I could, I’d play it in my head and drown everything else out just to listen to the ghost/memory of his voice in my head.