We spend a while longer in the little room in the distillery, learning each other’s bodies and Alfie teaches me things that endless conversations with Florrie and my own exploration have never come close to. But eventually he orders that it’s time he got me home and we drive to my house in comfortable silence, a contented smile on my face. I sleep well that night, better in fact than I have done in years and it isn’t until I manage to drag my aching body downstairs to find my mother preparing lunch that I realise I’ve slept past noon. She sits at the table and presents me with a cup of tea when she sees me enter the kitchen.
So, I can’t believe I’m 21. Once again, considering how rough this year has been (more rough than last year, to be honest) and how uneventful its been, I still can’t believe I’ made it this far. Its been exactly a year since I published a fic, none of my cosplays are or will be complete, and I will not be going to any cons any time soon. I feel like I’ve not only let so many people down, but myself as well.
Thank you @gallihafry and @lullapiee for the beautiful edits (they brought tears to my eyes, happy ones.) Thank you all for the birthday wishes and still following me throughout this year. I hope to not be as disappointing leading my way to 22.