She didn't know why she was waiting or how long she had been waiting. She wasn't bored though, his voice was in her head. His voice had always been in her head, even when she hadn't been waiting.
She looked down, but didn't dare looke at her hands, afraid of what she would see. Scars have a way of haunting people.
Then he came. She nearly died; hardly a feat to master twice.
In the back of her mind there had been the thought that her waiting had been caused by some unfinished bussiness, however she knew she had no unfinished bussiness. Her only aspiration when she died was to die.
It was finished.
She understood now: he was haunting her.
It was his unfinished bussiness.
She saw him now as she had always seen him: the rock star, her rock star. However he may look though, she could tell he had changed. There was some thing older there, the edges less jagged. He came in front of her, and gently tilted her face to look into her eyes. He moved around and held her, awkward and unsure, but with more feeling then her reawakened memory could remeber. He hummed in her ear, one last refrain.
He got back up, began to walk away, then turned.
"I would have held on for you. Why didn't hold on for me? I loved you."
Slow yet determined, he left. Maybe to wait for someone else. Shewasn't meant toknow.
Her tears came, and she called for him. No answer.
"I did, too."
But he didn't hear her, wouldn't have believed her if he did.
Then April, in all her glory, slipped away forever now.
He was finished.
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Until next time, this is me...signing out.