He froze.
Se was there. How in hell could he think about anything when he seemed to be never alone?
He recognized the song.
Two Fingers, by Jake Bugg.
He lit up a cigarette and thought about what to do.
Should he go and say hello? Should he stay?
Her voice was making its way through his head. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever listened.
He needed to go.
He put his hand on the forehead, and stood up.
"There goes nothing", he thought, and started following the voice.
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Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
