If I fall, will you still catch me?
If I run, will you let go?
I’ve been lost inside this winter
Tracing footsteps in the snow
We used to dance in time with thunder
Never feared the lightning strike
But now the storm’s gone silent
Lost its will to fight
And so we dance on broken glass
To notes we left unsung
A song that never started
Ashes on my tongue
Maybe we were born to drift
Lost in spaces we can’t name
Not every loss is final
Some just burn without the flame
I used to chase the sun
A fire bold and bright
Now I watch the embers fade
Waiting for the night
Chapter 53Annalise
Six Months, One Missing Piece, And No Map: Chase, Please Come Home
May
It starts with silence.
No phone call. No note beyond the one he left behind.
His house is packed up, empty, and abandoned. Toaster is gone too.
Tag says to give him space. Kenna says to give him hell.
As if I have a choice in either of those things.
The media starts circling like vultures, asking if Chase is in rehab or jail.
No. Maybe. We don’t know.
