you're where you belong

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October was always a tough month for Ricky, 23rd October was when Liz died; that's a week from now. He's started going to the graveyard where her cenotaph is; when he was in SLC, he would call her old number ever year, leaving a voicemail.

Elizabeth Marie Bowen

"their sun, moon and stars"


He settles himself next to the gravestone, guitar in hand. "There's this girl....." he goes on for a while.. telling his mother all about Nini "...you'd love her."

He strums gently, lightly sobbing.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you


And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow


I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do\

And it was called Yellow


So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful
And you know, you know I love you so


You know I love you so

"I love you" he whispers. "here isn't home without you." 


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Ricky's doorbell rings 6 times the next morning. 5:47 am. "Who the-"

He reaches to open the door, half asleep. "RED?" he launches himself into his best friend's arms. "What on Earth are you doing here?"

"Richard Bowen did you really think I'd leave you alone this week your first year back here?"

"Thank you" Ricky mumbles, still hugging Big Red. "Plus a little birdie told me someone's in loooooooooooove."

"Oh shut up, we're friends."


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