The band eases us through song after song. Throughout every dance, I keep my face tucked against Brian's chest and mask my tears in his jacket. I secure my eyes on the lights above us, for if I close them, a physical sense of falling bestows itself on me. I make a deal with myself. I can't control Belle, but I will never speak about what happened. I'm not under any illusion that the years will dim the memory, but I let go of the choices that aren't in front of me.
Sometimes dreams just don't come.
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