The Witching Hour, October 12, 2019
She spent an entire five minutes standing in the woods a short walk from her house, screaming. It doesn't matter. Screaming her pain into the void has only resulted in something happening once over the last two years she's done it when the night has been particularly bad. And in that moment, there had been a gorgon. But tonight, with the worst news she's had in three years, Bryce needed to do something - even if it's entirely futile - to let it out.
That was a half an hour ago. Now, she's sitting in the treehouse, burrowed in her insulated sleeping bag with half a bottle of whiskey left and no end to the misery. But a crisp, clear October night means the stars are out and beautiful against the dark sky. So Bryce stares at it as she takes pulls from the bottle, body warm but face cold against the air, and she remembers.
Early Evening, January 17, 2016