the letters you give | davejade

night, or mourning?

Dave was surrounded by a sea of people pushing and shoving to get to the front. The air was hot and humid, making his clothes stick to his skin, but he hardly noticed. He was too focused on making it through the line and into the concert venue to see his favorite band play live.

He held his ticket tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from his grip. Dave had been waiting in line for hours, and he was determined not to give up now. He had been a fan of this band ever since he met his old online friend, Jade, who introduced him to their music. He missed her, a lot more than he had realized. and the thought of seeing the band play live made him ponder how happy Jade would be to see them too. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he pictured himself and Jade dancing to the band's music.

As he moved forward in the line, Dave could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He was nervous, but also incredibly excited. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. He was going to see his favorite band play live, no matter what it took.

As he stepped into the concert venue, Dave was instantly greeted with absolute pandemonium. The crowd of people pushing and shoving towards the stage was overwhelming, making it difficult for him to see the band perform. Dave fought his way through the sea of bodies to get a better view, but it was no use. He could barely see anything. He eventually made his way towards the back, where it was calmer, but still noisy.

The heat was unbearable, and Dave felt himself sweating through his clothes. His legs ached from standing for too long, and his throat felt parched. As the band played on, he felt a sense of disappointment wash over him. He came home feeling defeated, sweaty, and tired.

As Dave stepped into the doorway of his home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment wash over him. The chaos and noise of the concert had left him feeling exhausted, and even the cool air in his home couldn't seem to rejuvenate him. He made his way to the couch and flopped down, flipping through the TV channels absent-mindedly.

Trash comedies like Big Bang Theory blared through the speakers, but he barely had the energy to tune them out. His mind kept drifting back to Jade, and he couldn't understand why. They'd had a falling out a few years ago, and he hadn't heard from her since. Why was he thinking about her so much now?

"I don't get it," Dave muttered to himself, closing his eyes and attempting to tune out the noise. Before long, he had fallen into a fitful sleep, the TV still on and broadcasting mindless shows. But even in his sleep, he couldn't escape his thoughts of Jade.