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because she greets me at the door with one of the biggest kisses of my life. Moments like this is why I keep doing what I do.
    I owe this girl a lot more than she could ever know. When we first met, I was going through a very rough patch in my life. It was a year or so after the world went sour, so I had plenty of time to wallow in misery at the loss of my family. It was a dark time then. If Eunie would have let me, I gladly would have taken my life a dozen times over. My reasons to live were both ripped from my life that one night.
    This is the one relationship that I never really tried to rush. She was there as a shoulder to cry on in those early days. It took us another seven months to become serious. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I only wanted a friend that hadn’t spent some quality time in hell.
    “You look like shit.” She says walking to the fridge.
    “I love you too.”
    I take a seat on the couch and she hands me a beer. She is one of the really rare ones, to boot. How many can anticipate your desires without you saying a word, though I bet my blood caked clothes gave her the clue.
    “Manage to find anything on Eunie?”
    “Nothing. The only demons you hear about were the nasty ones.” Humanity’s one true flaw. We seemed to value the nastier parts of our existence the most. That’s why I never watched the news. If I wanted to see all the nasty shit I would have payed attention on my hour long commute each day. Blissful ignorance was the only way to go.
    I pull Blaine’s journal from my jacket pocket. “One of these days I’m going to get a chance to read this over.”
    She holds her hand out and I hand it to her. I wasn’t going to be able to get into it unless I managed to get a few Zs. “Go take a shower and get some rest. I’ll see if I can find anything.”
    Give her a kiss and head to the bathroom. I shed my nasty clothes and turn on the water, glad that I have a gas water heater. I do my best to stay clean when I do my business, but Eunie is not as careful about things. I stick my head under the stream and run my fingers through my hair. The feeling of my blood matted hair tells me that I need to either shave my head or invest in a few shower caps.
    I step out of the shower the moment the hot water runs out. As nasty as I still feel, if I want to have a chance of getting to sleep I had to avoid the frozen finale.
    Flopping down on the bed, sleep takes me fairly quickly. I only hope the hell of the last few days doesn’t cause too many nightmares.
     
     
    I wake up to the wonderful aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Opening my eyes I am greeted to the flashing red digits of my old alarm clock. One of these days I might actually find a battery for it, but for now I am glad that I’m no longer it’s slave.
    Walking into the kitchen I kiss Sara on the cheek and take a seat at the table. She hands me my super sized cup of joe and then pulls some eggs out of the fridge.
    “Find anything in the journal?”
    She sets a plate in front of me. “That’s why I’m cooking breakfast. Someone has to keep an eye on your health.”
    She was right. If it were up to me, I would be rushing off to whatever place she surely had earmarked in the journal. “Where is the book?”
    She pulls the pan of eggs off of the stove and puts some on my plate. “You can have it as soon as you eat something.”
    Ultimatums are always fun, but she can have this one. It will take a lot less time to eat than it would for me to tear apart the house looking for her new hiding spot. I douse the eggs with hot sauce and scarf them about as fast as I can and wash them down with a large gulp of coffee. I’m going to pay with a nasty case of heartburn later, but I don’t care.
    “Done.” I walk my plate to the sink. “Now tell me what you found.”
    “The first half of the journal is pretty nasty. Blane talks about the things he did to draw a demon to him. You remember the Miller twins?”
    “The two little girls that