Chapter 30

Lord Huron-- In the wind.

"Mr. Woods, do you mind doing the outro?"

Ace stared at nothing in particular for as long as he could remember before uttering, "My name is Ace," he said, his voice almost inaudible, "and that is the story of how I lost my fiancée exactly one year ago."

April 19th, marked Nora exactly a year in the land of the dead, a year without the view of her pretty face, a year without her smile and placid nature of her voice, a year without her sweetly nagging attitude, a year since he last set eyes on her before shutting the hospital door, a year since he had avoided everyone and everything besides a visit to her grave which owned nothing but her clothes.

On the day she left, it rained cats and dogs like it presently did.

Even I will be mad at myself if I died. She had said. Was that a sign?

"Thank you for sharing your story with us Mr. Woods," Mrs. Sterns, the fellowship coordinator appreciated.

His mum had forced him to join the fellowship eight months ago