Just finally, truly, weightless.
He poured her a drink. They didn’t talk about the past. They talked about Seattle, her job, the absurd price of gas. Normal things. But every few minutes, a song from their shared soundtrack would play. The night felt like a session neither of them had signed up for. all time low famous songs
It was a kind of night, but not the fun, reckless one from high school. Back then, the song meant sneaking out and chasing a stupid, glorious crush. Tonight, it felt like a taunt. She was the one counting herself out. Just finally, truly, weightless
“I’m sorry,” he said. Not for the song. For everything. but not the fun
Then she saw his post: “Moving to Seattle. Last round at my place.”