Trapped with him.
She checks in on him during the plague. He's doing horribly, of course. And then she really can't leave. She has to stay and take care of him.
Isn't this how she pictured it would be? The sex was never great. No great romance, he's a pain, The only thing he's good for is the music, and now he is much too weak to sing.
So all she can do is look over at him and try to remember what it was like to remember the night, when the music was just over. The afterglow of the bar concerts. All the fun they had when it was just her and him and the music. And maybe a person or two in the audience
She checks in on him during the plague. He's doing horribly, of course. And then she really can't leave. She has to stay and take care of him.
Isn't this how she pictured it would be? The sex was never great. No great romance, he's a pain, The only thing he's good for is the music, and now he is much too weak to sing.
So all she can do is look over at him and try to remember what it was like to remember the night, when the music was just over. The afterglow of the bar concerts. All the fun they had when it was just her and him and the music. And maybe a person or two in the audience
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