#codie.

It wasn't an obsession. Jamie was just... concerned. She still hadn't been able to shake the dream she had about this girl, and she had to do something about it. Something was up — her dreams were never wrong.

First time it happened, Jamie followed Codie from Kore's shop back to her home. She made sure not to be seen, staying far enough away for plausible deniability while still keeping an eye for anything suspicious.

She found out where Codie worked a few nights after that. By the end of the week Jamie knew most of there was to know about the werewolf.

It wasn't an obsession.

When the news of the Primrose Park attack surfaced, Jamie's first instinct was to flip through her dreams journal to connect Codie to the events. The original vision she had about Codie was violent and cruel... it didn't quite match the news but maybe?

The following night Jamie waited a couple of blocks away from Doughfellas, on a path knew Codie would have to take. Arms crossed, feet shaking, she waited while her anxiety built, until the familiar figure finally walked past her.

"Codie?" Fuck it. It was now or never. "What are you doing here? Don't get me wrong but you have to be really brave or really stupid to be out here alone after the news the other day. Psycho on the loose and all that."

If you asked Jamie where's the last place she wanted to be during a one-of-a-kind hurricane, that would probably be an abandoned amusement park. ...But for whatever reason this is where the girl she was into wanted to be, so there she was. She did try to convince Codie to go somewhere else, find a safe place to stay for the weekend, but the girl wanted to go exploring, and Jamie, well, Jamie really wanted to kiss her again.

They found shelter from the rain inside the park's haunted house — which frankly wasn't any scarier than the rest of the place and at least had fake but somewhat comfortable furniture. There were also costumes, plenty of them, which they used to get out of their wet clothes. Wasn't the prettiest, or the most ideal, but it got them laughing at each other and it was comfortable enough, and for a moment or two they forgot about the storm.

Jamie didn't mean to fall asleep, but between Codie's yapping and the sound the of the storm hitting against the walls of the haunted house, her eyes got heavier and heavier, until she could no longer fight them.

When Jamie opens her eyes again she's elsewhere. She's standing safe above the storm, watching the destruction underneath. Suddenly she's pulled down towards the mess, there's a man at the docks who's hit by a wave and dragged into the sea. He's never gonna be seen again. She sees someone driving through the storm, she thinks she can handle it, but the wind makes her loose control and she crashes into a building; she's not gone yet but she needs help that isn't coming. A woman is safe inside her house when some old structure breaks and her home crashes down on her. Two friends laugh as they film themselves jump from car to car to avoid the flood. One of them misses a step and they're gone. She sees Jac, falling. From where she can't tell, it feels like everywhere and nowhere all at once. Jamie flies to her direction and screams but the girl's eyes are shut. They fall together for minutes as Jamie tries to wake her up with no success — there's nothing she can do. Again. There's never anything she can do, but watch. And so she watches as Jac falls, with ground finally appearing in the distance. She's gonna crash. She's gonna die. Jamie swears she can see her opening her eyes just before she hits the ground.

Jamie wakes up coughing up water. She's soaking wet, and she can't tell if it's sweat or the rain, but it hardly matters. Jamie doesn't know for how long she's been out but the storm is still raging outside, she's still in the dark and... wait, "Codie? Are you here? Are you okay?"

That weird ball of sunshine in overalls? Not even fate is this cruel. ( @codie-mohren )

Jamie was impossibly tired, which was not at all surprising after another week of little to no sleep. She felt weak, having to rely on a brutish solution like that, but it was worth it if it meant stopping the visions for a few days.

The last one was particularly gruesome — there was only blood and screams for what it felt like hours. A particularly violent display of power that Jamie wanted nothing to do with. It was the kind of vision, too, that didn't need a seer to get a full read on; this was Port Leiry, this is where monsters came to kill and get killed.

In any case, Jamie needed a place rest, Kore needed someone to watch the shop while they ran a few errands, and that place just happened to be as much of a safe space as she'd had in a decade. All she had to do was hide behind her notebook and tell a few clients to come back the next day and she'd have the peace she needed. In theory.

"Kore's not here, you're gonna have to come back lat-" she was halfway through her stock answer when she noticed the same bloodied face that had been staring back at her in her nightmares. Her heart raced. This was hell. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"When you break something dear to you, you cry and try to fix it to the best of your abilities. When you realise you can’t, you trust it to someone else, hoping that they’ll be able to fix it; you hope and pray, and when they succeed, you feel more grateful than ever, and put your most treasured item somewhere safw, so that it won’t be broken again. That’s how she felt - one look at her husband, and she felt the most grateful she had ever felt. Every ‘I love you’ was also a ‘thank you’ for how expertly and effectively he had fixed her heart; every smile was a gift, and every kiss an apology for the doubts that sometimes came to be and she couldn’t control. There was simply one difference between her and all those people in the wprld who had trusted someone else to fix their most important belongings:

While they had saved it away, someplace safe and unable to reach, away from this cold and dangerous’ world’s ways, she had given it to her fixer, her saviour, trusting him with it. In the end, she knew there was no place her heart would be more guarded than with him.”

She closes the book and looks ahead, giving Codie a faint smile, then eyeing the other guests of the surprise party she’d out together for him. Last year, on his birthday, I gave Codie a short story - our short story, as friends. Exactly a year after, I thought I’d continue it, but then I remembered - I already wrote a whole book about him, about us. The excerpt I read is from it; the final three paragraphs, to be more precise. I’m sorry if I spoiled it for anyonw. She chuckles, obviously nervous; her face has a soft blush, as she is cleay not used to public speaking.Then again, however, I finished this book a some time ago; while the feeling of pure and genuine love remains, things have happened between then and now, things that have shaped us up to be even stronger, both together and individually. We’ve swam our way through really hard times, watched people leave and fought all the same demons in all their different shapes; we battled our personal wars alone, but under each other’s support, and it’s been a rough path, but exactly what I always dreamed of.

You see, when I was little, I used to play alone with my little dolls, in the attic. I’d make them be a cute little couple and give them kids and pets and they’d be helplessly and permanently in love, just like my parents were, despite all of the bad things that got in the way. I’d make my little dools fight and cry, and make up and kiss, and go out and be happy. Even then. i knew things aren’t always perfect - today, I stand here, the human confirmation of such. There are days I’m a nasty bitch - excuse my french -, and days I’m deeply insecure; days when Codie’s too tired to talk or do anything more than ger into bed and sleep. Still, we always pull through. At the end of the days, we both crawl into the same bed and right into each other’s arms, just to hold each other, and you know what? That’s more than enough. No matter how angry or sad or tired any of us are, when I get in bed and feel his arms around me, it’s all gone; I’m home, safe and sound. Even if we don’t talk or he’s sleeping, he always holds me, and that’s enough to remind me that everything’s okay.

Now, if you’re not a big fan of reading, you might not know exactly how Codie and I came to be, but I’m sure most of you are faniliar with our story - best friends turned to lovers who escape on a road trip from their problems, stop in Vegas and get married after winning a crap load of money from gambling. Yes, it’s more cliché then those little umbrellas on a mojito, but we both know it, to be fair - I always say Codie and I are the best looking cliché… And it’s true, I swear! I would know; I’ve seen Codie naked more times than his mum ever did when he was a baby. She chuckles, now more comfortable. Sorry, Evelyn. And anyone who’s here who didn’t want to know that, I advise not reading the book… It can get pretty detailed.

Not sure if this is your type of game or not, but it is something else, mate. Have fun killing things.

This one requires a little more physical action, but hey, you can have fake basketball tournaments at your house!

And because a birthday isn't a birthday without candy and warm and sweet drinks, have these; they'll probably last for a while.