Page 74 of Sweet Nightmare
As simple as that ugly truth.
The music died as my phone hijacked the speakers.
Kozo.
I answer his call reluctantly.
“What?”
“Zymon said you fled.”
“I’m on my way to Winter Storm.”
“So, you fled, you fuck.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“Why are you calling me?”
“Because I miss you. Why else?”
“Hang up.”
“I’m hanging up.”
“I’m serious.”
“You saw me a week ago. That exhausting interaction should last you until next year.”
A pause.
“Would you just let me love you, motherfucker?”
I almost laugh.
Almost.
“We spent more than a decade together. That’s love enough.”
And I’m not lying.
The fucker and I have spent too much goddamn time together.
HADEX has been a lot of things.
A dream.
A prison.
A family.
A fucking disaster.
Most days, it manages to be all four at once.
Kozo lets the silence settle before speaking again.
“You still can’t finish the album?”
