Entry 11: Drinking Games

Tonight was the most wonderful night of my life. I don’t know if it was all the overindulgence that led to it, but Cassander held me, kissed me, and even sang to me in public.

In public.

I thought what we had was more of an arrangement of mutual benefit. Of course, I care for him, I have since I can’t remember when. Memory comes in flashes and spots, it is my failure. Perhaps it was the night in the lounge when Indigo danced. Back then, Cassander was a duty that I was paid to look after. Just an assignment, like so many others, but then we crashed and I began to understand him more.

I began to care more.
*a flower is pressed between two slips of tissue paper*