It's been a long time since I've seen him. Years, probably, but they don't feel like much. Time moves fast when the days aren't marked with sadness. That's part of why he came — my own unhappiness. My father was gone and I was alone.
When I try to remember the facts and dates of what happened, all that time ago, it blurs together, which is why I have to tell it the way I really believe it happened. The believing I'm talking about is the kind that you feel deep inside you, the kind that tells you that something real is right there, just under your fingers, where one touch can connect you to a whole universe you never knew existed.
Before I met Jude, I didn't believe in much. Everything I am was made less real because of him – less real in a beautiful way. It was Jude who helped me see what truth was, although he would never admit to it. He needed a little help just as much as I did.
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Jude's Music
General FictionThirteen-year-old Nat is bitter about moving to Mosspond, and the future looks dim until he stumbles across the trail of a strange, ghostly boy--Jude--who is frightening yet intriguing in his cold silence. One afternoon, Nat discovers Jude playing t...
