Processing Shit

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*

Myla

I try to put the date Deacon and I had the other night behind me, and focus on little Travis as we walk around LA looking at famous landmarks for his history project I have him doing, but it's so fücking hard.

It's like everything I see reminds me of him, even Travis himself; they have the same eyes, which I think is funny.

At least the sun is shining today and the weather is nice for September; fall is my favorite time of year, especially back in Boston.

The foliage is breathtaking and all different colors, making shades of orange, yellow, and red flood through the city.

However, it's not like that here in LA; the trees don't change color like they do in New England.

I've been feeling a little down lately, and not in a fücking depressive state, but d