The Hunter and the Vampire
“Harper, you have to leave. I’m sorry, but I can’t talk to you here.”
He sighed, and drained the last dregs of his coffee before replying. “I understand.”
Pushing the cup away, he stumbled to his feet, his legs wobbling beneath him. My heart ached, but I stood firm. This was a record I’d listened to a thousand times, a song the radio station never stopped playing. I knew loss, and I knew pain. This was simply a new facet of it. No matter how good the chords were, no matter how much the lyrics made me feel, the time would always come to change the station, to turn the radio off.
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