WEDNESDAY.
After the passing of my first love, Tyler, I was distraught. Tyler was gone. He was dead. Xavier had killed him brutally, and the young Hyde was never coming back. Ajax and Enid were with me, in myself and Enid's dorm, sharing in each other's grief. Ajax and Enid were best friends with Xavier. Tyler was the love of my life.
But at least we had each other, to comfort each other when we were in pain. The pain of loss.
I had never felt this pain before; I never cared 2 fucks about Grandmama. But Tyler was different. I loved him. I had warmed to him, his psychotic nature, so similar to my sociopathic nature. I could identify with him.
All I wanted was Tyler to return.
My child that Xavier bore me with was cooing happily in Ajax's arms. Ajax was great with kids; he knew how to behave around them. Enid was painting Thing's nails(what did you expect?). I was absorbed in my own thoughts, thinking about the only boy I ever loved. Tyler Galpin.
I loved him. But I never got to have a family with him, which is what I had always wanted.