The Return

JMA

I don’t wear black anymore. It’s because of Stan. At least, that’s what I thought. For him, because I felt more confident, because I was more popular, because…shit. I don’t know.

Zeke joined the football team. You’d have thought he would be the first one to fucking question it, he’s supposed to be so smart. Smart, mysterious enigma…all that precious images he’d spent so long building up became a thing of the past.

He’s one of the guys now.

Stan hasn’t changed much, which, now I think about it, scares the shit out of me.

 Delilah hasn’t changed at all. 

Casey cut his hair for Delilah. I know that for sure. It had a definite reason.

 He was still geeky, science, photo kid.

 Then, not so much.

  After the press, the contracts, after the magazine that signed him up. You wouldn’t recognise him if you saw him in the street these days

 That’s what has me so fuckin’ terrified. We fought. We killed.

I had her inside me and I felt her die.

We lost. Only, we didn’t know it.