Nothing Left to Say
He kept thinking about how Julia's eyes sparkled when she listened to him sing, her red nose after he had made her cry, and her standing on her tiptoes last year on this exact day, clumsily but seriously tying his scarf for him.
When it was time for the carefully prepared love song, Clive stood under the spotlight, staring at the empty seat. He couldn't sing a single word.
The music kept playing awkwardly, and a subtle restlessness spread through the crowd.
He locked his gaze on that patch of nothingness, as if he could drag the person who should've been there out of thin air.
"I…can't sing this song tonight."
He spoke into the microphone, his voice hoarse.
It was the first thing he had said
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