||[Oct. 29th, 2006|03:58 pm]
Deirdre Ionúin Gallagher
At the airport in Vienna. Be home in a few hours. And this time I'm not leaving. This time I'll figure myself out. As long as nothing sends me over the edge, I should be fine. We can get through this.|
Peter was waiting for me at the Abbey in Melk. He was waiting and he always will be.
And I'm 18.