.FAR FROM HOME PROLOGUE

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TWO MONTHS LATER

TWO MONTHS LATER

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I'm in my bed...

And you're not here...

And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands...

Forget what I said... it's not what I meant...

And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left...

The words played over and over and over again in her head. A song she went to during her lonely hours. She would lay in the middle of nowhere— the middle of the woods, a small pond a few feet away, as she's sang along with the equally broken voice.

What am I now?

What am I now?

What I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling...

It was at night when she did this, the only time she was ever alone. And if she did it in her room, her baby sister would come and ask what's wrong, and she wouldn't be able to tell her the truth.

The truth is she's broken. Her heart shattered into a million pieces and she couldn't glue them back together.

What if I'm down?

What if I'm out?

And she knew she wasn't the only one hurting, but she couldn't stand being near the place he once called his home, no matter how hard she tried.

What if I'm someone you won't talk about?

She wanted to be alone— all the time. She couldn't even message her best friend to tell her she loved her, or tell her what's going on. She couldn't call the one she loves to tell him "I love you".

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling...

And no matter how much she longed to see them and be happy again, she couldn't.

Then it began to lightly rain, but it didn't affect her, she just covered her iPod, putting it in her jacket, and continued listening to the now muffled music.

You said you cared...

And you missed me too ...

She closed her eyes, a tear rolling down her face.

And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you...

And the coffees out...

At the Beachwood café...

And it kills me cause I know we've run out of things we can say...

A flash of lightning crossed the sky, thunder rolling a few moments after, but it still never fazed her.

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