The patch of land used for festivals and special occasions is alight with color and sound when Sinclair parks his car in the driveway across the street. As I step out of the car, the feeling of déjà vu sweeps over me, fierce and strong. Two months ago, Sinclair and I had come here for the Carn-Evil and back then, I had been doing everything in my power to stay away from him.
And now here I am, trying desperately to cheer him up.
The sky above us has grown dark and with it, the air has grown even chillier than before. Sinclair walks close by me so that his shoulder brushes against mine. Although the touch of our shoulders is the lightest of pressures, the slightest of sensations, I'm hyper-aware of him. Even now, I'm aware that it makes no sense. I've kissed Sinclair and done other things
