Jonathan lifted his beer mug to his lips, and drained the last dregs of his beer. Meryl signalled to him for a refill, but he declined with a weak smile and a shake of his head. He gently rubbed his eyes between his forefinger and thumb, to prevent another flood of tears. It was then that he noticed that Meryl, as well as several of the band members, also had tear-stains down their faces.
His story had reached its end, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Jonathan felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He had never put much stock in the saying about ‘a problem shared is a problem halved’, but just relating his story to the others made him feel as if he was finally laying down his burden, and in its place, he felt a wave of calm wash over him.
Jona
