Page 138 of The Song We Lost

I hear it in the hallway.

“You held them high…”

In the lobby.

“And when I felt like falling…”

In my own head.

“You taught me how to fly…”

I laughed once.

It sounds wrong.

Because she did.

She flew…

And I…

Bailey…I need…

I look at my hands again.

Still shaking.

I don’t know how to stop.

Dave gives me my phone.

“Thought you might want to see the narrative,” he says. “See that she doesn’t care about you, so you can finally get over her and move on.”

Narrative.

I take it.

Bailey…

Like it might disappear again.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he adds.

I nod.

I scroll.

Fast.

Headlines.

Clips.

Her.

Him.

Them.