Drifting Back
Chapter 2 - Scared Stiff
Keith was sitting on a bench outside the student union, reading his notes. It was an unexpectedly warm early October day, better to enjoy outside than in the crowded eating area.
Audrey dropped a bag of food between them, then sat cross-legged on the bench. She picked onions out from her sandwich, as she complained, “I don’t understand these professors. They are too persistent when it comes to schoolwork.”
“Do you even realize how fortunate you are to be attending Worthington?”
She shrugged off his comment. “They expect us to actually study. How wrong is that?”
“Seems like a fair trade-off.”
It was then that Audrey realized Keith was studying. “I didn’t even know you were much of a scholar.”
“Why, because you didn’t think I used my brain for anything other than getting out of annoying tasks?”
“Basically, yes.”
“My grades are pretty good. They pretty much have to be to have any chance of staying here.”
Audrey asked, “What’s your major anyway?”
“Pre-med.”
“Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “I’m surrounded by geeks! I know Joey’s bad and I’ve figured out Brendan is on Joey’s level of nerdiness but I thought you were safe.”
“Haven’t I shown you that’s not necessarily a bad thing? Have you heard me discussing assignments once since you’ve known me?”
“No, which is why I’m surprised to hear you got into one of the most in-demand programs at Worthington. How is that possible?”
“I don’t study at home. Too many distractions.”
“Here I assumed it was your parents’ connections that got you in.”
“I won’t say they didn’t play a role,” Keith answered cautiously. “Primarily, it was the grades.”
Audrey couldn’t help but ask, “So how much money was involved to sway the panel?”
Keith snapped, “Not everything is about money! There are ways that don’t include writing a check.”
Audrey was surprised by his response. Before she could get more details, Keith saw Brendan heading toward the union, deep in thought.
Audrey slouched back, seeing this as a blown opportunity at trying to understand Keith Stafford, of which there were many. She couldn’t figure out what was happening between them but there was always something holding them back from going beyond friendship. Audrey wasn’t sure if it was her overblown imagination or the fact Keith really didn’t want her.
After not getting a response with a simple hello, Keith called out to Brendan, “Did the computer hackers call off the comic book convention?”
As soon as he turned in their direction, Audrey could see Keith picked a bad time to mock him. Brendan stared angrily at him, evident even under his sunglasses. He stalked toward Keith and retorted, “They were making room for the kegger which had to be moved downtown. You should go follow it.”
One of the ways Keith and Brendan survived as roommates this long had to do with one upping each other with the quips but Keith could tell this wasn’t an ordinary exchange. “What is your problem?”
“It’s this stupid software class. Stan expects us to present our project to the class as our midterm grade."
Audrey saw Keith stiffen up as he inquired, "Isn't this stuff a team effort?"
"Yes. The problem is, he assigned people in the group to give the presentation." Brendan shook his head. "Six people will be screwed over because of me."
"You knew he was rigid before signing up for the class." Keith normally didn’t care about the classes Brendan took - after all, they were in two different fields. But this particular class was a sore spot.
“This is a required class which is only offered every other semester,” Brendan explained. “Still, I thought I could deal with him…”
“If I couldn’t deal with him, what made you think you could?” Audrey arched an eyebrow, wondering what was the big deal about some computer science class. She still hadn’t determined why Brendan was complaining about the assignment in the first place; it was easy to talk your way through oral midterms.
“They’re two different relationships. You know Stan, the guy who’s supposed to be your dad. I have Professor Jankowski, the comp sci dick who likes to fuck with students’ GPAs.”
Audrey interrupted to ask Keith, “Your father is a Worthington professor?”
“You make it sound like Stan and I are close buddies.” Keith snapped, completely ignoring Audrey. “We’re not! So suck it up and do what you have to do for this class.” He slammed shut his notebook, grabbing the sandwich from the bag and heading for the union. Audrey sat there, dumbfounded as to the sudden shift in mood.
“That’s not what I said!” Brendan called out, his shoulders slumping as he wished Keith never stopped him.
Audrey said in a small voice. “Keith’s dad is one of your professors?”
He turned to face Audrey. “Yes. Strange but true.”
“I thought he’s from Georgia.”
“He is. Stan is his father in the biological sense only.”
“So that’s how he got into Worthington,” she said under her breath, seeing why Keith didn’t want to talk about that earlier.
Brendan nodded. “It’s been a hard couple of years for him. The only reason I know as much as I do is because of a few long conversations with his mom.”
“Information you’re not going to enlighten me with,” Audrey said dejectedly.
“It’s not my place to say. Keith will tell you when he’s ready to talk.” Brendan ran his fingers through his hair, mumbling, “I wish I never mentioned the problem with that class.” To Audrey, he gave a quick wave then said, “I’ll see you at home.”
“Later.” Audrey was about to bite into her sandwich when something occurred to her. “What was the problem with the class?” By then, Brendan was too far in the crowd gathered by the building to hear her.
* * * * *
Pacey knew he had waited a long time to act on Jack’s note. Not wanting to take the chance of Joey answering the phone, or, for that matter, one of her roommates telling her he was around, he chose the second address.
He stood at the path leading up to the house, debating whether to back out or not. He ended up not having a choice he heard the door open.
“Pacey? This is a surprise.” The one voice among his friends he had actually heard lately. “What the hell took you so long?”
Pacey went into smart-alecky mode. “I was thrown off by your flirting with me. I mean, giving out your address? So brazen.”
“Yeah, doing that in front of Scott. You should be honored,” Jack said blankly.
“Actually, I’m rather surprised Jen hasn’t been pestering everyone at the dock about my whereabouts.”
“Well…”
“You didn’t tell her? Jack! I thought telling you meant it was a given you’d spill to Jen.”
Jack replied defensively, “I can keep a secret, even from her.” Seeing Pacey trying to avoid the subject, Jack prodded, “Why are you here?”
“It’s about time I explain myself.”
“To me?”
Pacey clarified, “To someone who might understand.”
Jack nodded in understanding. “I’d be glad to help.”
He led Pacey into the house, to the kitchen. Jack asked, “Coffee?”
Pacey nodded. Jack filled up two mugs with instant coffee. His back turned to Pacey, Jack ordered, “Take a seat.” Pacey did so, watching Jack add water and place them in the microwave, then walk around him to get milk from the refrigerator.
“I know you have this impression that I ran away…”
“You did,” Jack reminded him.
“Okay, to some extent, I did. I took advantage of an opportunity to get out of a rather messy situation. That’s not exactly why I stayed away. I enjoyed my work. It’s the mystique of living on the seas.”
“Does it live up to the hype?”
“Definitely. Seeing the Caribbean, living off the islands, experiencing the beauty that environment has to offer.”
The ding of the microwave briefly interrupted them. Jack removed the mugs from the microwave. “When did that change?” he asked as he poured milk into his mug, then sat down.
Pacey spooned sugar out of the container for his mug. “What makes you think it changed?”
“You’re in Boston,” Jack said, stirring the contents with a spoon.
“I was reassigned after getting on the bad side of the cruise director.”
“What’d you do?”
Pacey shrugged. “Attract his daughter’s attention. She couldn't resist the Witter charm.”
Jack chuckled. “Figures.”
The phone rang. Jack stood up, picking up the phone. “Hello?”
Jen replied, “Hey. Rather than come home, Scott and I drove up to Salem to buy stuff for Halloween, so we’ll be a little late.”
“You’re preparing for that already?” Jack wondered.
“It’s sooner than you think. Besides, did you know your man is one of those Halloween-loving freaks?”
“No, but thanks for the warning.” Jack looked in Pacey’s direction. “Actually, you don’t have to rush back.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, enjoy yourselves. Get scared silly in one of those haunted houses. I'll thank Scott for putting up with you after that experience” Jack hung up.
Pacey inquired, “You blew them off for this?”
“I’ll survive.”
“Jen is friends with Scott?”
“Yeah. They work for the continuing education program down at the high school. Jen works three nights and Friday afternoons in the file room while Scott is an assistant to the administrator.”
“Ah, so she played matchmaker to get you two together.”
“When does Jen not stick her nose in other people’s personal lives?” Jack grinned. “Not that I mind in this instance, but that was after suffering through numerous dreadful blind dates.” He took a sip of the coffee, then asked, “How long are you planning to duck Joey?”
Pacey coughed at the sudden change in topic. “I’m not ducking her.” At Jack’s stern look, Pacey conceded, “Okay, maybe I am. Until I ended up back here, I thought about how our first meeting would go. There’s no version that works out well. I hope Joey has moved on.”
“You don’t know anything about Joey’s life the last two years. How do you know how Joey would feel about you returning? She might be pleased.”
“Maybe.”
“Have you talked to Doug? Joey’s been begging for details.”
Pacey shook his head. “Not really. I’d usually call him when I thought he was working. That way he couldn't pry for information. So he’d know I was doing okay but little else. The one time I actually talked to him was last Christmas, when we managed to speak without delving into any tricky subjects.”
“Joey being a tricky subject?”
“Of course she is.” Pacey swiped a homemade chocolate chip cookie from the tin sitting on the table. “How has she been doing?”
“Quite well. She’s in the English program at Worthington. Got her work published in a journal. She lives in that to-die-for apartment.” Jack took a cookie as well.
“Is she seeing anyone?”
“There have been a few guys since you, including a brief reunion with Dawson. The last guy was Eddie but he left town near the end of spring semester. Not that she’s complaining, since she, Jen and Audrey did a lot of bonding over the summer.”
“No guys to battle over?”
“Other than myself. Jen is so overprotective.” Jack smirked then suggested, “She’d be happy to see you.”
“Jen?”
“Well, yes, her too. I meant Joey. You should use the other information I gave you.”
“I’ll consider it. So, you mentioned Dawson. He’s not in the picture?”
“As a love interest? No. They’ve gone back to being friends. What other excuses do you have lined up?”
Pacey chuckled. It did sound like he was trying to reason his way out of this mess. Which wasn’t his way. Why was it he was stuck scrutinizing every detail, every way it could go wrong? “Maybe I should get back involved with the group,” he muttered. “Not so much because of Joey, in fact despite Joey.”
“Nobody would complain over that.”
“In fact, I have an idea that will benefit both of us. You’re looking for an apartment where you don’t have to elude Grams. My apartment could fit in her kitchen. We could pool our resources and try to find a place.”
Jack had to admit the offer was good. By himself, he hadn’t had much success finding a decent apartment. Pacey likely had better connections since he dealt with many people a day on a cruise ship. “I guess this means you’re willing to let Joey know you’re around.”
“I’ll contend with Joey when I’m better prepared. In the meantime, don’t tell her I’m around, if at all possible.”
Jack mulled over what Pacey was suggesting. He said, “Jen’s going to ask when I get a place…”
“When that happens, I will handle it. Until then, don’t lie but elude the truth if possible with vague terms. So, do we have an agreement?”
He knew it would be difficult to go along with these terms but Jack had little choice. “I guess we do.”
* * * * *
Joey returned to the apartment that night after a long day at work. She had run into Audrey on her way home, who briefed Joey on what went down that afternoon between their roommates.
She checked the room to see if there was any sign of someone being home. The clue came from the kitchen: it was cleaner than this morning. Normally, she’d find it spotless only if she either cleaned up herself or nagged about it. Somebody had used this kitchen as a distraction and she was pretty sure she knew who did.
Joey chose a bedroom door and knocked. The door opened a crack and she let herself in.
Brendan was seated at his desk, getting frustrated with math homework. Joey leaned against the wall, starting with an innocuous greeting, “Long day?”
“Neverending. I was at the lab on a day off because it’s the only place the whole group for the multimedia class can gather.” He shook his head. “Then there’s this stupid calc class,” gesturing to the textbook in front of him.
“Don’t forget that you somehow set Keith off.”
Brendan groaned, “Audrey talks fast.”
“Very true.”
“No matter how jovial a person is, there’s always some topic that can push their buttons. In my annoyance over this class, I hit one of Keith’s.”
“What did happen with the class? Audrey mentioned it had to do with a presentation but it hardly seemed to merit what ensued.”
“I don’t expect two people who are at ease with the cameras to understand.”
He had managed to completely puzzle Joey. “Understand what?”
“I can’t speak in front of the class because I’ll freeze up.”
“Brendan, it can’t be that bad.”
“I lose my voice, stutter, sweat…is that an ugly enough picture for you?”
Joey nodded. “Got the visual.”
“If I know someone’s watching me, I become a clumsy fool.” He offered a sardonic smile. “Even more so than usual.”
“It’s something you need to conquer,” Joey stated emphatically.
“As if I’ve never heard that one before. I’ve heard the tips, Jo. First of all, anything involving imagining people naked really doesn’t work. Focusing on an audience of one is a problem when you’re forced to break eye contact with that person and can’t find them in the crowd…”
Joey cut him off, “How’s your singing voice?”
Brendan repeated, “My singing voice?” Joey nodded. “I’m not tone-deaf, if that’s what you’re asking. What does that have to do with anything?”
“Give me a few minutes.” Joey went to gather the necessary supplies. When she returned to Brendan’s room, she held one of Audrey’s CDs and her portable stereo, both which she dropped on his bed. She opened the case, positioned the CD in place and fast-forward to a song. “We’re going to play a little game. Sing along to whatever plays.”
“This has nothing to do with speaking in public.”
Joey grabbed hold of Brendan’s hand, dragged him away from the desk and onto his bed. She sat down beside him and handed off the CD jacket. “Maybe not but it’ll help you relax.”
Brendan looked down at the lyrics. “This is absolutely stupid!”
“We’ve been hearing Audrey sing along to this for the past week. While she can sing, it gets irritating after awhile.”
“Fine,” he grumbled. “Let me go on record to say this is the dumbest suggestion ever.”
“Duly noted.” Though Joey was also aware Brendan didn’t realize how close to the truth that would become. She pressed play, then declared, “I’ll start.” She looked over Brendan’s shoulder to read the words.
You can’t manufacture a miracle
The silence was pitiful - that day
And love is getting too cynical
Passion’s just physical - these days
You analyze everyone you meet
But get no sign - loving kind
Every night you admit defeat
And cry yourself blind
Joey curled her legs under as she heard Brendan singing along with her. She barked out, “Get some feeling into it!”
Brendan snapped, “Consider yourself fortunate I’m even going along with this silly suggestion.”
“There are worse things to do with your time. It’s not like anyone else is around to hear this.”
He tilted his head toward her. “That’s the only reason I’m participating,” providing a crooked smile to alleviate the words.
If you can’t wake up in the morning
‘Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can’t control it - try as you might
May you find that love that won’t leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
Joey repeated the song three times, each time giving different commands. She tried for a fourth time but Brendan caught her hand before she could. “While I admit this is somewhat amusing, there is no need to torture ourselves anymore with this music. Now, what was the point of this?”
She prepared for the onslaught as she pulled out a mini tape recorder from her pocket. “It had to be done.”
Brendan turned around. Upon spotting the recorder, he yelped, “Are you trying to humiliate me?”
“No, now listen. I want you to tell me what this project’s about. The goal is to talk over this tape. I don’t want my focus to shift to the singing and you surely don’t want me to hear it.” She hit the play button. “Begin.”
When he didn’t immediately do anything, Joey began singing, “You can’t manufacture a miracle.”
Brendan shot up from his seat. “Okay… shut up.” Joey straightened up, ready to listen. “Good. Well, we’re creating an interactive blackjack game.” He glanced in the direction of the recorder, still playing. “The user can bid up to…up to,” drawing a blank on the amount, searching through the notes on his desk.
Joey bobbed her head to the music, humming, “If you can‘t wake up in the morning because your bed lies vacant at night…” She mused in a regular voice, “As this one normally is.”
He wanted her to keep quiet so he threw out a number, “Five thousand dollars. It can handle from one to three players at a table. There are five different layouts available. We’re following Las Vegas rules…” Brendan continued with the speech. There were a few moments where he couldn’t recall the exact details so he made up information, not that Joey would have recognized the difference. Joey resorted to the lyrics only one more time, when his voice got too low.
Joey was surprised at how well Brendan seemed to know what he was talking about, with no speech written. Brendan was most comfortable in front of a computer screen so it shouldn’t have stunned her that he knew the material. When the two tried unsuccessfully to carry out a conversation related to the arts, Joey wrongly assumed he wasn’t motivated, or worse not very intelligent. It took awhile for her to realize that Brendan and (as Audrey discovered earlier in the day) Keith both actually did well in school - just neither were focused on the same topics she was.
When he was done, Joey stopped the tape, held her arms up in victory and collapsed back on the bed. At Brendan’s confused look, Joey explained the point. “When you give the speech for real, imagine that song playing in the background.”
Brendan sat against his desk, not quite willing to concede victory. “I’m not sure. You're not exactly a crowd of people.”
“I could always play this tape the day of the presentation…” She fiddled with the eject button on the recorder. “Even better, our friends could hear your musical prowess and beg you to sing on a stage.”
“I have an idea. I’ll keep that song stuck in my head and let it carry me through the presentation.” He held his hand out for Joey to give him the tape. She figured he’d suffered enough and obliged.
Joey nodded approvingly. “Glad you see things my way.” She got up off the bed, slipping the recorder back in her pocket and picking up the stereo.
As she was about to leave the room, Brendan asked, “Do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Go ahead. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer your question.”
“Why are you home on a Friday night?”
“Why are you?” Joey dared back.
“Because I’m driving to New York City tomorrow morning.”
Joey couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. “To see Natalie?”
“It’s her first real concert. She could use all the support she can get.” At Joey’s look, he bit back, “Don’t even say it.”
“You’re not over her.” Even though Brendan never really talked about Natalie, other than that one night in her room, Joey could sense she still had some power over him. Under normal circumstances, Brendan would be home on a Friday night for no particular reason.
“I am over her and I told you not to say it,” Brendan insisted. “Now, why are you hanging out here?”
Joey shrugged off the question. “Felt like having a quiet night.”
“You feel like that almost every night.” Joey looked away from him, heading out the door. “Please don’t do that.” She reluctantly turned back, resting against the door frame. Brendan approached her, so they were now face-to-face. He said softly, “I do too. I’d rather be here than trying to pick up some girl at a club. It’s not that Natalie has a hold on me. I was like that before I ever met her.”
Joey wondered if she was reading too much into his words. She looked up, seeing his stare narrowed right on her, and was immediately taken in. Even before that moment, there were times Joey would deny what she felt toward Brendan. She’d try to write it off as they were getting along so well and there was nothing further than that. Joey replied, “I promise I’ll go out sometime. Just not tonight.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.” Brendan rested his hand on her shoulder. “Thanks for your help. I hope your idea works.”
* * * * *
Jen and Scott opted to stay out that night, even without Jack’s presence. They eventually settled on a bar neither ever frequented before. It was dark, creepy, and surprisingly crowded at the tables. Seemed fitting given they had journeyed for Halloween supplies that they’d end up at this table.
“Are you sure you want to stay here?” Scott asked as he looked around cautiously. “I feel like Gomez and Morticia Addams will pop up any minute.” As much as he didn’t mind being frightened, Scott didn’t particularly want to deal with people who actually were scary.
Jen was about to agree with him when she spotted a familiar figure at the bar. “Our shield is over there.”
Scott reluctantly followed Jen toward the counter, not able to see the person she did. “How did you find this place?”
Keith stared down at the drink in front of him. He had hoped not to see anyone tonight and wondered how on earth she had tracked him down. “Are you trailing me?”
“Hey, I was just sticking with my man.” Jen dragged Scott toward a stool next to her and both sat down.
Keith glanced down the counter at Scott. “Ah, your other boyfriend.”
“Damn straight, Stafford.”
Scott turned around, searching for a way out. “Hey, I think I went to high school with that girl. I’ll see you later.”
Jen chuckled at Scott’s insistence on finding a way out. “I have no luck keeping the guys. Even the gay ones look elsewhere.”
“I doubt it.”
It was then Jen realized Keith was drunk. Not drunk in the way one gets when hanging out with friends, but leave-me-the-hell-alone-so-I-can-wallow-in-my-misery drunk. She tried to make a joke of it. “How many drinks ahead are you?”
“Lost count after five. Don’t even try to catch up.” He drank down the liquid in the glass, preferring to pay attention to the drink than to Jen. “What do you want to start with?”
Jen thought of a way to get him away from this place. She grinned widely when an idea came to her. She looked around, not immediately able to see Scott. He was probably still there but she was more concerned about Keith finding him. “I’m not really in a drinking mood after all.”
“Best news I’ve heard so far.”
“I’m going for a walk. Want to join me?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to leave. What do you think?”
Jen hated to do this, especially around Keith, but it was time to let her feminine charms take over. “You wouldn’t want me go for a walk this late by myself. Please.”
Keith slumped down. “Okay.” He got up off the stool, staggering to his feet. “You get your wish.”
Jen jumped down, relieved that worked. As they left the club, she saw Scott talking to the girl he saw earlier. With her eyes, she tried to apologize but Scott shooed her away, wanting her to have fun. He held up his cell phone, letting her know he’d be there if Jen needed him.
The two went for a walk, Jen having to steer Keith in the right direction for most of the stroll. Eventually, they reached the boardwalk. They leaned against the rail, neither quite sure what to say.
“The breeze from the water could help sober you up,” Jen offered.
“Not interested in doing that tonight.”
“Does it involve a certain blonde in the apartment?”
“I’m sure Audrey is not thrilled with me but she’s not the resident who started it.”
“Oh?”
Keith shook his head, knowing that wasn’t true. “Maybe that’s not accurate. Maybe Brendan wasn’t actively trying to antagonize me. It’s just…he knows better than anyone else that everything is messy when it comes that. It had to come up since he’s around that shit on a regular basis...maybe it wasn't the best reaction.”
Jen nodded in understanding. It was somehow family-related. Keith tended to avoid that subject when it came up. They sat in a comfortable silence when she said, “Shrinks like to blame parents for any problems in your life.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“No, it’s true. I was forced to see this doctor during senior year of high school. Ended up digging up stuff from the past that was probably better left in the past.”
“He was better left in the past,” Keith muttered.
“Who was?” Jen peeked over, seeing him hang his head down. She rested a hand on the back of his neck, wanting him to be able to reach out to her.
Keith shut his eyes, trying not to react to Jen’s innocent gesture or what information she was seeking. “I don’t want to get into this right now. I was at that bar trying not to remember. If I tell you, that will make the night ineffective.”
“We wouldn’t want that, would we?” Her fingers played along with strands of his hair.
“No, we wouldn’t.” Keith grabbed hold of her hand, wanting her teasing to stop.
Jen pulled Keith toward her. “Why, because you’re afraid of what you might say?” She peeled her body off the rail, looking up at him.
Keith’s voice was caught in his throat, as he wanted nothing more than to give in to the temptation that had been haunting him for weeks. That beautiful smile. Those hazel eyes showing concern, as well as yearning. Her button-up blouse and jeans perfectly complimenting her body. Those lips teasing his as they took in the moonlit sky while sitting on the boardwalk where they would never separate, just taking in the scenery…which in itself threw him off since it wasn’t necessarily about sex. He shook those thoughts away, answering simply, “No. I’m afraid of what I might do.”
“And what might you do?” Jen stood on her tiptoes, not giving him a chance to answer as she brushed her lips over his. “And what makes you think I’ve not wanted you to do that?”
Even though it was nothing more than an innocent touch, okay maybe a little less than innocent, it felt stronger than anything Keith had felt with any other woman. “I…I don’t…know,” he said barely above a whisper. His mind was swirling with possibilities of what to say. Unfortunately, his body had a different reaction to the events of the night. “Actually, it's kind of stomach-turning.”
Jen couldn't figure out from Keith’s tone what he meant by that. “In a flip-flops sort of way? Or,” doubt creeping into her voice. “Because you don’t think of me the same way?”
“It’s not that. I…I wish I was holding my liquor better right now.” He slid down on the floor, feeling everything wanting to come up and taking deep breaths so that wouldn’t happen.
“Oh,” Jen said, disappointed by the moment being ruined. She sat down next him. “We could just stay here on the desolate boardwalk. It’s better than attempting to get back to the bar at the moment.”
“Good idea.” Keith leaned his head against the rail. Jen rested alongside him, curling her legs up as the breeze kicked up. She wasn’t sure what was going on between them but she wanted to figure it out.
All your friends think you’re satisfied
But they can’t see your soul, no, no, no
Forgot the time feeling petrified
When they lived alone
If you can’t wake up in the morning
‘Cause your bed lies vacant at night
If you’re lost, hurt, tired or lonely
Can’t control it - try as you might
May you find that love that won’t leave you
May you find it by the end of the day
You won’t be lost, hurt, tired and lonely
Something beautiful will come your way
“Something Beautiful" - Robbie Williams
Chapter 3 - Twisted in Lies
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