Chapter 8

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"do it because it makes you happy"

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I didn't find him. He was on no social media, not even Facebook! Nothing. He was like a ghost. I was kind of sad that I'll see him in a month, well actually in 2 weeks now. I tried to find him everywhere with everyone for one fucking week.

I decided that I kind of need a change. I went to a bar on the other side of Seattle. Don't ask me why. When I went inside I was glad that I was wearing jeans and a white shirt. No one had a dress or suit. Everything was really pleasant and nice. I went to the bar and ordered a cola.

I don't even know why I went to a bar and drank cola with ice. I usually drink but I had to transport myself home tonight somehow. I turned to the stage.

'Hey everyone, my name is Robert Jones and I am going to sing and play for you Cherry Wine by Hozier' the man said and sat down, everyone applauded. I did too. He got ready and strummed the strings.

'That wasn't it' he said and everyone laughed.

"Her eyes and words are so icy

Oh but she burns

Like rum on the fire

Hot and fast and angry as she can be

I walk my days on a wire"

His voice was really beautiful. Soft on a man. Everyone watched him with amazement.

"It looks ugly, but it's clean,

Oh momma, don't fuss over me.

The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Calls of guilty thrown at me

All while she stains

The sheets of some other

Thrown at me so powerfully

Just like she throws with the arm of her brother."

I never thought that I am going to hear a man sing and I am actually going to like it and enjoy it.

"But I want it

It's a crime

That she's not around most of the time.

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

Her fight and fury is fiery

Oh but she loves

Like sleep to the freezing

Sweet and right and merciful

I'm all but washed

In the tide of her breathing.

And it's worth it, it's divine

I have this some of the time.

The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine

Open hand or closed fist would be fine

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine"

He finished and everyone started clapping and stood up. I stood up too. It was amazing. I heard someone whistling. I smiled. He put his hand on his chest where his heart was and bowed then walked away. I turned to the bar and drank my cola.

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