FINN
The helicopters were the first to give up. The rescue vehicles and standby ambulance were next. It took fifteen days before the motorboats were gone, too.
Most nights I return to the area of the crash. They have repaired the chunk of concrete that has been blasted off to the river during the accident. It almost looks new, except for the roadside memorial the fans maintained. Garlands and bouquets surround Alex’s portrait. There are ribbons tied in the railings, candles lit as far as the eyes could see.
On the other side of the bridge where the taxi flung off to the river was the exact spot where I confronted Alex. Where I forced him to admit who he is. Even though he was inside his twin’s body, I still found him. He still found his way back to my heart and I refuse to lose hope tha
