9/13/17
August has been pleasant for a few days. Some of the negativity surrounding him has dissipated. He says he misses Evelyn again and wants to try and reach her. My hope for freedom at this point is an atrophied heart rattling inside the desiccated chest of a long dead corpse, but it’s still hope. And I’ll hang on to it until he mashes it into a red smear against the crypt floor. I will, one day, be free. In life or, or in death. As if in confirmation, I drew the Three of Swords reversed. Betrayal and heartbreak turned on their heads. August was positive about it, too. I think he’s starting to forgive himself for abandoning Evelyn, even if his death was an accident.
I cautioned him that there will still be sorrow ahead, but that there is an end to it. Brighter days will come.
In fact, as I’m writing this, I got a text from Circus in Black’s enigmatic magician, Mal, the circus is back in Deadwater and their offer to help August still stands. I have a feeling my ghost and I will be taking a road trip this weekend.
