In the echoing speakers rang the introduction of the special guest.  Their music began to hit the air as Randy started to brace herself emotionally.

You left me with good-bye and open arms.

"I have a confession to make. We're leaving tonight instead of the day after tomorrow," Randy said.

A cut so deep I don't deserve.

You were always invincible in my eyes.

 "You weren't going to tell me where you?" Twitty asked.

"No. But I wrote you this," Randy handed him a note, "Read it when I'm in the air,"

Could it be any harder?

To say good-bye.

I'm without you.

Could it be any harder?

To watch you go.

To face what's true.

Jordan came up and placed his hand on her shoulder before climbing in and starting the truck.  Randy nodded at him.

If I only had one more day.

She went to Twitty and whipped the hair from his face and stared deep into his eyes. Her eyes broke and tears fell from them.  They already fell from his. She whipped hers and kissed his away.

"I love you," she whispered.

I lie down and blind myself with laughter.

A quick fix of hope is what I'm needing.

Now I wish that I could turn back the hours.

But I know I just don't have the power.

He kissed her deeply.  He remembered everything that he, yeah, loved about her: the smell of her skin and hair, the fire in her eyes, the curve of the top of her lips, her small and strong hands.  Everything from the way her clothes always had a hit of exhaust and ocean air on them to how she drew the thin line of liquid eye liner on her top lid.

I'd jump at the chance.

We'd drink and we'd dance.

And I'd listen close to your every word.

As if it's your last.

We'll I know It's your last.

Baby, we've got to go," Jordan said

Because today you're gone.

Louis and Tawny came over to them. Randy took Tawny into her arms.

"I'm gonna miss you. Don't do anything too monumental with out me," Randy said.  Tawny laughed some and stepped back with her arms about her chest.

"Good luck out there," Tawny said, "Even though I know you don't believe in it,"

Randy then grabbed Louis by the shirt and pulled him to her.

"No, no love," he said.  Randy smirked and hugged him. As he tried to pull away she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Oh great, now I have Twitty cooties," Louis said as he attempted to wipe it off.

Twitty gave him a look with his eye brows furrowed.

"Ah," Randy said, "blah. You send your love to your family for me. Oh!"

She reached into her pocket, pulled out as set of keys, and tossed them to Louis.

"From me to Steve, free of charge,"

"Jordan, it's great to meet you," Twitty said as he shook the boy's hand.

"Thanks for taking care of her for me," Jordan said.

"Nah, she took care of me," Twitty replied.

Randy just shook her head and sighed.  She sat in the truck and closed the door. Twitty stood before her at the open window.  He kissed her through it and she ran her fingers through his hair and grasped the back of his neck. 

Jordan edged the truck forward as a sign for them to part. Twitty only stepped with it, never leaving her.

"We've got ten minutes, Randy,"

"Give me two,"

"You need to go," Twitty said down low.  Randy only kissed him more. Jordan finally gave up and started going faster. Only when Twitty almost slipped did he let her go.

Louis came up and placed his hand on his back.

"You do, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," Twitty said as he again fought back tears, "I'm just not strong enough to say it yet,"

"She knows," Louis said, "Now what are these?"

"Bike keys. She put together a bike for your dad to have,"

Like sand on my fee.

The smell of sweet perfume.

You stick to me forever.

That night, Twitty opened the note Randy gave him.  It read:

Hey Love,

It's been an interesting trip huh? I only wish this road wasn't splitting like it is.  I want you to know, I'm not running from fear. I'm not really running at all.  I'm just leaving behind the possibility of having to face that hate and pain again. When the time is right, I'll let you know all the answers to why and how. 

  Alan Babe, you hold thins down for me, okay? Don't let Tawny go on a hunger strike if she doesn't need to. Keep and eye on Louis. We don't need him dying before he's twenty-one.  Most of all DO NOT let Steve get that helmet in the display. I don't think he should own anything pointy.  Not like that at least.

Don't miss me too hard. But if you do, remember this much, we'll always have November Rain.

Always,

Randy James

I wish you didn't go.

I wish you didn't go away.

To touch you again with life in your hands.

It couldn't be any harder.

Twitty flipped through the pages of a photo album.  He found the one where he and she were holding their guitars.  He had a smile and she and the rocker sign flying on he left hand and was throwing a snarl. He placed it on his night stand, knowing, that in his mind, he'd always remember the way they shared the stage.