August 1998
I'd left Karen to spend her weekend with some friends back in Texas, so I had no instant method to find my way home. I walked from street to street in the suburbs, the summer heat scorching my skin as I searched for a cab, attempting to push back the reality of what I'd just seen. Finally I reached a bustling street of restaurants and shops, jumping into the first cab I saw, terrified of being recognised. The traffic was awful and it took almost half an hour for us to reach the condo, which was really just a ten minute ride. As soon as I entered the lobby, which was luckily deserted, I burst into a real bout of tears. I grabbed the telephone from its holster upon barging into my lounge. Karen didn't need persuasion, she was my right-hand woman, and after speaking to her I rushed to throw clothes, books, and whatever else I needed into a few suitcases, returning to the telephone to book a car to the airport. Waiting for Karen to tell me she'd chartered the flight, I strolled around the now significantly more naked rooms, my eyes being drawn to the little photo album I kept on my nightstand. I'd never been one for displaying tonnes of framed photographs, preferring paintings, drapes, and whatever else as decoration, but I had thousands of photographs in themed albums, which I liked to view as books telling the story of my life without words. The album that caught my eye now was a simple black leather, but when opened, displayed a picture of me and Lindsey on the first page, take during the band's visit to Germany earlier in the year. I'm pretty sure we'd had some type of fight the night before we flew over, but as always, we had forgotten all about it soon enough, and the picture showed us happily freezing to death for the sake of visiting a medieval castle I was obsessed with. Surrounded by forests and mountains, it was like a beautiful, little time capsule protected by nature. I didn't know where I could go from here, but I couldn't stay in LA. The telephone rang loudly and made me gasp, dropping the photo album on the floor. Karen still sounded alarmed and concerned, but she had sorted my flight anyhow. We'd meet each other there within the day.
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