ssed. Six

had dulled a little, repl

lly convinced me to ge

burg this weekend, remember? Mark and Jay used to

tarist, also gone now, a heart attack two years prior.

l brought a pang, but Sara

int, the music a gentl

small stages, the

eard it.

ngly familiar, one of

my blood ru

uldn'

d towards a tiny, makeshift sta

here

e wore a thick beard. Different clothes, a new stag

t was

guitar, the slight tilt of his

was

throat. My legs felt li

watching him with an ador

pregnant. Ve

nded. Poli

r to him, handing h

ough to hear t

rm. Then, softer, "You don' t have to keep doing this

ad, his eyes darting around nervo

ugh huskier. "Let her believe I' m gone. It' s bet

orld

believe

etter t

ised

nd wasn'

death. Abandone

arah found me then, her

ng? You look like yo

ng, breathing