Yeah, I hate that stupid fucking book. I hate everything behind closed doors being shoved in the spotlight to be scrutinized under a microscope. I hate you for printing all that shit about us.
[There's a brief pause until finally-- ]
But I also remember you being the one to encourage me when I decided I wanted to try play bass. And making plans to be in a band together one day.
[One day never came, and she was whisked away to musical boarding school and everything else that had happened, happened, and when he left the Academy, he hadn't exactly kept in anything like contact with any of them. But still.
Did she even remember? Or did she forget that, too?
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I hate everything behind closed doors being shoved in the spotlight to be scrutinized under a microscope.
I hate you for printing all that shit about us.
[There's a brief pause until finally-- ]
But I also remember you being the one to encourage me when I decided I wanted to try play bass.
And making plans to be in a band together one day.
[One day never came, and she was whisked away to musical boarding school and everything else that had happened, happened, and when he left the Academy, he hadn't exactly kept in anything like contact with any of them. But still.
Did she even remember? Or did she forget that, too?
When is the last time he even touched a guitar?]