I rushed to Emma’s house.
Emma took one look at my swollen eyes and torn lips, and without a word, she wrapped her arms around me. We fell asleep that way, holding each other through the night.
The next day, I hurriedly packed my belongings at Leo’s place while he was at work.
As soon as I walked in, I noticed a lot of my instruments sitting in the living room. Not only the piano, but also the flute and guitar that I had brough with me to play, which were piled up in a way that didn’t fit in with the whole room.
Some people, some things, were not meant to belong here.
On the table sat yesterday’s “Endless Summer,” now placed in a vase by Leo as if trying to preserve something already broken.
not meant to last.
It seemed destined.
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