Chapter 1:25 Time Machines, Xoxo Nyx

Chapter 1:25 Time Machines, Xoxo Nyx

When George’s father leaves, we sit in something of an uncomfortable silence.

Her disbelieving that her father agreed to her staying with me for the weekend, and me figuring out how to magically clean my apartment from a distance, before the heiress steps foot in it.

In the moment of heavy contemplation, a yawn breaks through, and I cover my mouth embarrassed to find that Georgianna, the woman I’ve designated as George Washington in my sleep depraved brain, is yawning too.

The realization makes us both giggle.

Even though it’s just about noon, both of us are exhausted. I guess that’s to be expected after everything she’s been through, so I propose a nap. Rather than think I’m weird, George nods earnestly, both of us thanking Helen and the rest for their help before we leave arm in arm.

Not hand in hand.

The longer we walk, the slower I get. Seeing her curious green eyes taking my side of town in.

There are parts I don’t go.