The streets were slick and shimmering, streetlights bleeding into puddles like watercolors. He ran. Past the shuttered chip shop, past the church with the crooked spire, past the pub where they’d first kissed under a jukebox playing “Calling All the Heroes.”
“That you’d see me differently.”
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He could stay. Let the rain wash the night away. Let her go. Let the secret rot. The streets were slick and shimmering, streetlights bleeding
Leo looked down at his hands. Clean now. No blood. But he still saw it sometimes, in dreams: the man in the alley, the broken bottle, the terrible sound of a skull meeting brick. He hadn’t meant to kill anyone. It was an accident. But accidents have a way of becoming walls. But she didn’t turn away either
He stood up. The Strat clattered to the floor.
And there, on the damp platform of a nearly empty station, in a year that felt like the end of something and the beginning of something else, Leo finally opened his mouth—and the story came out, jagged and true.