As It Began

Four

Brian's POV

It was getting late, John headed back a few hours ago to get back with Veronica. Freddie was a little worn, and was ready to leave. I didn't really care either way. I just kinda got lost in the stars a little.

"Well, I guess I should head back, darlings, I haven't called my cats at all and I want to see them again." Freddie said as he got up and walked off. "Sorry to leave you all!" He said before closing the door. Roger looked up, a small hint of childhood innocence in his eyes.

"Brian," he said, tapping my arm.

"Yeah, Rog?"

*MAYLOR ALERT*

"Would you- would you mind staying here for the night? I just... I don't want to be alone if I don't know anything more than my name and a song."

I was bewildered for a second. He wants me to stay with him? It's not like I'd mind, I'm just wondering why me.

"Sure, I guess I could. But... why me?"

"Well... you're kind of the only one left with me... and I just... I feel more comfortable with someone around."

"If you want me to, I can stay for the night, I suppose. Whatever helps."

"Thanks so much," he sighed with relief. "Just one question,"

"What?"

"Um, where do I sleep?"

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I sat in a chair across from Roger's bed. He falls asleep really fast, to my surprise. I looked at his face. His mouth hung open a little at first, but then it was closed and he was smiling a little. His shades are still on, just slightly crooked. (Any of yall that wear glasses know what I mean) I listened to his breathing as it was the only sound in the room and found the steady sound serene in its own way.

Pfft after writing this I totally didn't start looking up pictures of Roger sleeping...

For a second, I forgot the entire situation and thought, "what the hell am I doing here?" and then I realized. I'm here because my friend is hurt and confused. I'm doing whatever I can to help him.

He moved again, burying his face in his arm. His shades are kinda on his forehead,  but at the same time, about to fall off. Man, he moves around alot. I quietly opened the curtain a little, just so I could see stars and get lost in their mesmerizing shine again.

I looked at Roger again. I'll admit, sometimes he acts like such a child, but he also sleeps like one. Innocent and adorable.

I looked up at the stars again. Each one shone, forming constellations.

Roger seemed fast asleep, nodding off adorably. Maybe he'll get his memory back tomorrow. Maybe he'll forget I even stayed. Maybe he won't even notice or care. Maybe I should stop saying my last name like this so repetitively.

I slowly stood up and began to leave. "It's a sad eyed goodbye," I sighed, looking at him sleeping so innocently once more.

"Yesterday's moments I remember," I heard Roger mutter in his sleep. Holy sh- he just- HE JUST REMEMBERED!! HE REMEMBERED WORDS TO DROWSE!!

We hadn't recorded Drowse yet, but Roger and I talked about it some.

 "It's the bleak street, week kneed partings I recall," I said, hoping this wasn't just a fluke.

"It's the mistier mists the hazier days, the brighter sun and the easier lays," he responded. He's doing it. He's remembering stuff like his song lyrics. He's remembering them himself. Before I woke Roger up from excitement, I decided to just keep responding to him.

"There's all the more reason or laughing and crying,"

"When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all," I said, smiling.

"It's the fantastic.........."

I paused, waiting for him to continue. But he didn't. He just stopped... Does he not know the title???

I take a step outside, and I breathe the air and I quietly shut the door. (Lol don't judge me I had to I fckin love Leaving Home Ain't Easy okay) I don't have anything to say other than that this truly is a sad eyed goodbye. But I'm not giving up on Roger. Friends will be friends.

Hope you enjoyed my late night (late night for me, anyways) update! I honestly have nothing to say because I mean it's 12:17 AM and I'm kinda tired af so I'm just gonna sleep while watching Friends, peace. ~K