FINN
It takes a few months before Alex finally sees me perform at the Moon Bar next to his brother. It’s surreal.
Whenever I’m with him, I pinch my cheeks for good measure. Not that I want to wake up in case this is just a dream. But to remind myself that this is real, that he’s really here.
Once our show is over, we walk from the bar to Rama Bridge VIII while holding hands.
“It’s almost as if nothing happened here,” Alex says, leaning against the railing, watching the night lights and the stars above. He turns his head to look at me and smiles. I smile back.
Sometimes I can see his thoughts. And whenever they’re going astray, I kiss him. It doesn’t matter where we are. I’d just kiss his lips and he makes a startled sound, and I see the thoughts go away.
And sometimes, when we’re alo
