Being around the Godfrey house was nerve wracking. He’d still not gotten all of his things from there but he wasn’t able to get into the house anymore. Or maybe he could, he didn’t have the heart to try. So he stood outside waiting for someone to come out and let him in. His luck was shit though, the first person who had come out was Constance. Closing his eyes he could feel hers on him, he had left. Told her he had to, told her there wasn’t a place for him here after she’d taken him in.
“I uh... forgot some of my books.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I just... wanted to know if I could go in and get them?”













