When me and Alexandra Rae died that stupidly snowy night back in ’08 our souls mingled for a bit. My body was a vessel you see, bc I died, so my body was technically vacant of my soul.
When Favio fucking died his soul was floating around, and his soul decided it loved me and attached itself to a boyish body down here that could love me, openly this time; like he should’ve done the first time.
He attached himself to a manly body that I am not sure was a ‘good fit’, as the owner of Patisserie Lenox said when she rejected me.
No one wants to hire me.