Chapter 91

“Do you really think that nothing will be better than pain, Eddie?” he mumbled. He barely noticed that he was preaching to himself.

A blue jay squawked, the wind slipped through the chimes in the loft, and as if they’d been the opening chords of a symphony, those sounds woke up the rest of the world. Silence was once again banished, and a shudder passed through Eddie’s body.

“I’ll miss you, you miserable prick,” Eddie told the house. Big Chief Thundercloud. He of the mint green eyes that could be both beautiful and terrifying. The man who stalked like a soldier when enraged, retreated like the moon in a cloudy sky when confused, and trembled like a child when mind blown.

He almost told me that he loved me.