Epilogue
The following May, the school year was coming to a close. We’d had our senior finals already, so on this day of finals, only freshmen, sophomores, and juniors were in attendance.
As I was getting ready to submit the final grades, the door to the choir room opened and Remy stepped in, wearing the purple suit he’d worn to the Homecoming Dance.
Benji came in behind him, holding his cell phone, clearly recording.
“Remy? Benji? What are you—”
Remy shushed me and pulled out a Bluetooth speaker, then pressed something on his phone. The Jason Mraz song, “Unlonely,” began to play. And Remy, to my complete shock, began singing.
As he did, he gestured for me to follow him. I shook my head, grinning, and stood up. As I stepped into the hallway, students and staff were lined up all al
