Time, Changes

Azalea. Three weeks later... “Oh, my, this is delicious,” Millie sighed, placing down her coffee cup of Starbucks Ryder and made her. She was sitting at the kitchen table, admiring the detail on the cup. “What does yolo mean? Is it a fancy word for something?” He bit down a smile, turning away to busy himself by making some sandwiches. I tried not to smile either, remembering Jace telling me what it meant. That cup was a part of a collection of cups with silly quotes or random words on them that Jace bought as a birthday present for Dante. Jace used to be full of jokes and all kinds of ridiculousness, but he’s been...Well, not Jace since Xavius’s death. The smile I fought vanished entirely. Dante had told me about the promise Jace made to Xavius, and my heart twisted at the thought of it. Jace felt responsible for Lisa and the baby. I could tell you this much, he stayed true to his word. He withdrew from us completely, hiding in his room, or on rare occasions, would be caught in the co