The bar is dirty and dim, there are hardly any other people in here, and I can kind of see why. I pick at the corner of the label on my beer bottle, I don't like this kind of beer, but it's what the waiter handed me after he escorted me to this dark little table in the corner of the restaurant, and he's already been so accommodating, I didn't want to make a fuss.
I need to talk with Tharn, but I don't know how to approach him. I pull out my phone, and think about texting him. His profile picture is from before the accident. He's on stage, sitting behind his drum set. His drumstick is a blur of motion and he looks like he's about to break into a laugh. He's glowing. I haven't seen him so radiant since his last show. And I know it's my fault.
He was hurt because I wasn't paying enough attention, and now everyone knows about the consequences. It hurts me everytime he fakes a smile.
And I want to tell him. I want to tell him that I can see his suffering and that I would change that day if I could. My fingers hover above the keyboard on my screen.
I want to craft a message, but it's hard to say "sorry".
Instead , I order another terrible beer.
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