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Dated Apr 27, 2017

Things got weird. First there was that whole thing with the hatching demon creatures. Cliff was right, I realized. This city never did anything small or safe. Getting Rachel moved into my apartment was easy, and I was glad to have her here.

Especially now.

Miles was gone. I knew he was gone, because I'd been looking for him, almost frantically, using any morph I could think of that would help me find him: I tracked his scent in dog and wolf morphs. I scouted his bedroom window in osprey and owl morphs. I used my seagull morph to blend into the cityscape to try to find him going to or from Darrow High, or his job, or even some crime scenes.

I even went to the vampires that had kidnapped me and tried to see if they'd somehow gotten him, this time.

He was nowhere. He was gone.

Now I knew how he felt, because I'd disappeared on him before. This was awful. I felt like a part of me had been cut out and hidden somewhere that I couldn't find it. Was that dramatic? In my better moments, it felt dramatic. In my worst, alone in my bed at night, curled up and trying not to cry, it didn't feel dramatic enough.

It was always hard to tell when someone really went missing from this city, I realized as I poured Rachel and me bowls of Auspicious Trinkets — auspiciously delicious! — for breakfast. Jessica had given me Snowflake (given her back, technically), and she and Pangur were watching me from the corner of the counter. I was glad they got along so well, at least. I wondered how long Snowflake had noticed Miles was gone. But it had been three days since he missed our date, and I'd skipped school to try to find him, the way that he'd tried to find me when the vampires took me. So I knew he'd been gone at least three days. But what if it had been longer? How could I be sure? We didn't text every single day.

Was I a bad girlfriend?

I gasped when something cold splashed against my hand, and realized I'd just over-filled one of the cereal bowls and gotten milk everywhere.

Something inside my swelled and bubbled up my throat. At first, for a single heartbeat, I thought I was going to be sick.

Then I screamed "Fuck!" and slammed the milk on the counter, splashing more. Pangur and Snowflake scrabbled off the counter and under the coffee table in the living room, and I backed away from my mess like I could back away from my feelings. I didn't stop until my back hit the fridge, and then I sagged down, curling up on the floor.

Date: 2017-05-08 04:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rockabillyboy
She texts him and he leaves what he's doing and heads over. Of course he does. Other than Jillie and Poison (and Kavinsky, again, almost), she's his best friend in this whole freaking city. He slips into the apartment building as someone's on their way out and pads up to Cassie's apartment.

"Hey, Cas?" He knocks. "Cassie?"

Date: 2017-05-11 08:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ursus_horribilis
Around the corner, Rachel was drying off her hair, trying to make sure it didn't get too frizzy in the process, when she heard the yell and the sounds of an ensuing mess. That wasn't good. It was never good anyway, but especially not good considering it was Cassie.

A quick motion to wrap the towel, and she stepped very quickly into the next room. It took a moment to actually spot Cass, since she wasn't at eye level.

"Whoa, whoa. What the hell? What's going on? This isn't like you at all."