glimpse.

April 29

"I came back, just in time for you to see my performance, follow me"

I look up to the stage seeing only one side of his face singing out to the wild crowd. His voice was delicate and raspy. He played his guitar, and in the moment he was about to end it, he look over to me and smiled. I took it in as I knew something was going to happen to us.

"Hey guys, even though this was my very first performance, I wish it wasn't my last." I don't know why he said. What does he mean? Is he moving again?

" You see for I will be going away very soon." He's leaving again. And he won't come back.

My tears ran down my face.

After that he told me on the 10th of May he wanted me to go somewhere alone. He won't be seeing me often anymore he tells me. Everyday he will send a message to me of where on the 10th I'm supposed to go. After that he left. As he left, I couldn't help but noticed a lock of black hair fell into my hands.