Haven

by Astra Rose

But as they say, when you’re wearing rose-colored glasses, red flags just look like… flags.

She just appeared out of nowhere, in her fucking expensive, broken down car, and before you know it, she’s one of us. She just belongs here. It feels less like things have moved fast, and more like we already knew her, but had lost her somewhere along the way. Her coming here feels like a homecoming. We found her.