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Spelling is fun!

“Six bucks for a concert ticket?” I ask, huffing. “Ridiculous what things cost these days!” It’s not the money – it’s the principle.

“Wolf’s Teeth on tape and vinyl available nationwide on the 31st of May. Thank you!”

“You back together with Brendon, then?” There is no accusation in his tone, but I shake my head quickly anyway.
“No.”
“No?” He sounds disbelieving.
“Because you act like you are.”

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It’s started raining, and drops of water roll down the glass, little trails of it, connecting, intersecting. I close my eyes and count to ten. Hands in my pockets. Repeat it: he’ll be okay.

I miss him more than I can stand.

No. No, it’s about purifying my soul, just getting my secrets out of my system. Not about him. It’s about a public confessional, a recantation of what I thought I had.

Now I realise that ‘secret’ is just a word given for uncomfortable truths we don’t want to share in fear of what they say about us.

I am someone who until recent events
You shared your secrets with

My secrets need more room.

Now I have to watch Brendon’s lover prance around my practice space, cracking jokes with Jon and Patrick, who both seem to like him. Even Keltie seems to approve.
Shane’s a charmer. Oh, he’s a fucking charmer, and I’ve run out of ideas.

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me open.spotify.com/track/49SL9f1K…

“Um, I think Brendon slept with Bowie but William? No, no. God, no.” Shane looks at me funny. He probably thinks I’m making the Bowie bit up, but I’m not.

708. lol.

But the water is retreating from the beach, is getting sucked back into the ocean, and that’s a sign of a tidal wave, and when the wave comes, it will take the memory of him and me and Florida and the stars with it.

“I don’t have to fucking feel when I take them! And you just flushed them down, like it’s any of your fucking business!”
“You don’t want to feel.” He shakes his head. “You don’t want to fucking feel. You fucking selfish prick. What about me?!”

I don’t sleep well that night, but it’s not because of Brendon and his possession of my pills. I’ll tell him something, anything, I’ll swear and he’ll believe me. I wouldn’t lie, would I?

Florida is one hell of a drug