We still go out into the dark of the city sometimes, but we feel more lost than normal without you there.
Remember how you said that the city had its own sounds, how when you go out at night and listen close you can hear it pulsing and hear a soft drone in the back of your head, no matter where you are?
It's still there.
As I inhaled everyone else's cigarette smoke and blew out some of my own, I realized that I'm the only one out of all of us who is brave enough to admit that I miss you and want you back.
