young agai

, our theater supply company, it all fel

eboro, Vermont, smelled the same, that mi

thought

ed together, a stupid car accident on a

my chest. We could do it all

s where we first met, clumsy teena

o. I had t

loset, something vaguely

nging, a local band playing a p

y face, my heart thu

I saw

a

bly him. His dark hair, the

nd for a second

ought t

hed over me, so stro

as h

not towards me, but

ile f

dn' t remember from his youth,

o close I could have reach

even glan

n front of T

e man who owned half the businesses in town. Pretty, po

practiced smile I' d rarely seen

is voice smooth. "Wou

led, a light

ove to

onto the

pot. The music, the laughter,

that he didn'

osen some

tan

ore crashed, leaving a hollow ache.

mething els

I hadn't p

ared history, it mea

d it and was actively

a cold shock, settli

hanging

wasn't