catsareforever

George had recently acquired the habit of losing himself, both mentally and physically. It's easy to get lost in his mind, a cavernous expanse of ocean. Sunk to the bottom, he feels empty - which is better than the pain he feels everywhere else. When he'd pop above the surface of his reverie, he'd find himself in a completely different place. Sometimes in Ottery St. Catchpole, sometimes up a tree in his backyard. Once Arthur found him halfway to Surrey, shoes in hand on the side of the road. This time though, he caught himself on a dark country road. Bright stars bloomed from the night sky he hadn't realized was there. He'd never been on th