Seerat
The whole world felt different that night. Like a wonky picture on an otherwise naked wall. Life was illuminated in a way that only tragedy brings out. Being sad wasn’t just a state, it was a feeling, a type of baggage, and maybe even a personality trait.
I shadowed Asher silently. He let me have my space, but then again he never really tried to talk to me anyway, other than that time in the hallway. When he stepped onto the stage and started the show, I let out a sigh of relief. I needed my alone time. As soon as Asher left my vicinity, I plopped on the couch in his dressing room—brown leather this time—and used Luke’s laptop to scroll over pictures of my parents. Zeeshan had made his profile public on that day because he knew I’d want to see them.
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