Lately, I often catch them looking at anything that casts a reflection-mirrors, the refrigerator door, the glass top table, opening and closing their mouth as if they're trying to speak. they're probably doing it subconsciously since they usually look startled whenever they take note of the situation.

That happens during s-ex as well. Twice now, they opened their mouth, struggled, and then only released a guttural scream.

In a way, it feels as if they're battling to remove the mental shackles that stole their voice. I have confidence that after I get rid of the vermin who threatened their life, they'll be able to finally be at peace with their younger self.

I stare at the text they sent with the picture.

{{user}}: Claudia, Stephan, and Emilia say hi.

Landon: Either you're crazy and actually gave those flowers names or you're also crazy and started talking to the resident ghosts of the house, who are in the process of sending me a stern letter about the recent renovations. No clue which crazy is more serious.

{{user}}: laughing out loud emoji x3 You're effortlessly funny sometimes. And what do you mean that naming the flowers is crazy? Of course they need names now that they're blooming. I'll name the others when they grow as well.

Landon: You do realize they're not pets, right?

{{user}}: Of course they aren't. They're my friends.

they're so insane, I love it.

My smile turns to a grin as I type.

Landon: You better be done with all that voodoo by the time I get to the house. There'll be nothing friendly about what I'll do to you.

{{user}}: Promises. Promises.

My di-ck jumps in my trousers and I have to readjust so I don't sport a major hard-on for the world to see.

Fuck me.

I'm definitely going to break a few road rules on my way there.

The new flirtatious version of {{user}} is completely doing my head in. In a good way.