Jason
A little over six months since Rory disappeared, and I've not been as hale as I once used to be. The sound of my phone ringing was what pulled me out of my thoughts and I grimaced on seeing it was my grandmother.
The last time I spoke to her was two months ago, and I couldn't see there had been any difference in my life since then, except for the fact that my life had actually gotten a tad bit worse.
"Hi honey." Her beautiful voice reminded me so much of my mother and pain instantly ate up at my insides. I pulled on the back of my hair as I struggled to get myself together
"I dreamt of you and I wanted to hear your voice, to confirm if you're okay." She began and I almost rolled my eyes, already knowing what was coming next.
"Why don't you come over? You don't even have to spend hair a day, just a few hours." She whined and I let out a harsh sigh.
