āAnother five. Fives are always bad.ā August was, of course, upset when I drew the Five of Cups today. Not that I blame him. It left me to wonder, what does August have to lose? Or, who, more accurately. The only person August has is me⦠But no, there is also Evelyn and his hope in finding her. If he lost his hope heād most likely go insane. Ghost insanity is a thing, I assure you, and itās bad. Like him turning me into liquid human bad. I cautioned August to avoid trying to reach her today. I worried that his efforts might end in despair since he had not been able to catch the neighborās cat and fully replenish his strength yesterday. I suggested he focus on self-care. Rest, replenish, refresh. He rolled his deep brown eyes at me.
āWriter, you have the common sense of a chicken strutting through an abattoir.ā
āI have a name, August.ā
āDonāt care.ā
āWow.ā
āOh, look, the cards were wrong, I donāt regret saying that at all.ā
āGo away, August.ā