Part 3

The night is still young but I am feeling old, sick from the weather. I told him I’m trying to find the truth, but he said whether I do or don’t, just make sure I don’t follow the same pattern, but everything feels like it mattered; my future, my nightmares and all those nights my friends and I weathered. I thought he’d remembered, I thought we’d find each other, I just don’t know that would mean never.

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