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Last published Sun, Feb 17, 2013
When Jace loses his best friend, the words left unspoken haunt him just as much as she does, as he tries to move on.
- not completed, oops, might get around to it someday -
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Jace didn't stop walking past her house. Not once. Not even when the windows stayed dark for three years. It was always the same - the silence, the rain, the aching memory of her voice. He counted the days since she left. Not metaphorically. Literally. 1,096. He told himself that she owed him nothing. That whatever it was they had in college... maybe it wasn't what he thought. But then he'd remember her eyes. How she looked at him like he was the only person in a world full of noise. He'd remember her laugh - wild and fragile all at once. And he'd remember the promises. The ones made in shadows, under moonlight, in backseats and rooftops. Then he'd light a cigarette, pull his hoodie up, and keep walking. Every night. Waiting. Praying. For a ghost.
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