Cass knew Bom wanted to hear something exciting from him about the mysterious Azealia, but there was nothing to report. It was as if she was only a figment of his imagination.
He had his doubts about her now. There were bouts he thought she might be a compulsive liar. He'd seen her with Sid at the coffee shop. Of course, Bom wasn't there to confide in when he saw them together.
"Next time you see her, let me deal with her," Bom was confident that she could get to the bottom of this mystery.
Cass shook his no. He didn't want her making a scene. He'd just have to stop thinking about Azealia. Although, he loved her creativity. He imagined her room full of paper flowers, sewn materials from thrifting adventures. He'd love to be with someone like her, but maybe that wasn't her at all.
He just couldn't stop thinking about her. It warmed his cold nights. Yet, who was she really?
"I won't be seeing her," Cass promised. Perhaps, it was best to realize the reality of it. She might have her own mental problems. Was that really who he wanted in his life?
True, one did have to take the bad with the good in a person, but this might be opening Pandora's box and he might lose himself, and maybe he was selfish, after all. He did like having his own creativity after all.
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