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tomorrow

Everything was, in fact, NOT better tomorrow. 

Staring up at the ceiling on my back, I groaned miserably. Rolling onto my stomach, I reluctantly turn my head to stare at my beckoning crystal ball. My voicemail message played, and as the actual caller came into view, I was sad but not surprised to see that it was Willow.

"Hey, Gus." Her tinny voice blared through my crystal ball. "Thanks for sending me all those get-well-soon illusions, but.." she trailed off as three of my easily recognizable illusions hopped onto her shoulders and head. They chattered annoyingly about Willow's wellbeing, and offering help. Willow (understandably) grimaced. "Could you please take them back?"

As the message faded out, I groaned again and traced a spell to summon my illusions back. "Where's Willow?" cried the first. "Why are we here?" anxiously said the second. "Did we do bad?" 

Yeah, I can see why Willow didn't want them. I blow them away, but before I can get into another bout of self-pity, I hear a bubbly knock at my door. Picking myself up, I trudge over to the door to find a grinning Luz. As usual.

Strangely motioning at me, Luz attempts to charm me. (Spoiler. She fails.) "Gustopher!" She leans on the doorframe. "Gusteban! Augustabeth! Any of those workin for ya?" 

There's only one thing she could be here for, and it's.. "You need my library card to visit Amity. Don't you." She nervously chuckles, confirming my suspicions. "IIIIII haven't been doing a good job hiding that, huh." I shake my head. How someone could care about another witch (you know, in THAT way) that much is beyond me.

(A/N: Gus, Gus, Gus. you have much to learn)