Did any of you fall ever in love with someone that came to town? Or not?
Vincent looks over at Anthony, who slept in his bed, as he put his pencil down. He had lied to Bo, telling him that he did killed him, and he closed his eyes. Anthony’s shoulder was wrapped with care as his leg was lifted on pillows and in a homemade cast. His breathing was now normal, but his fever hasn’t broken.
Vincent stood up from his chair and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the bowl of cold water with a rag floating. He rang it and placed it on his forehead.
He’ll make this right. He has to make it right.
‘Yes.’ He signs towards the radio.
******
Lester looked at the shy anon sleeping his shoulder. He smiled and turned the radio down just a bit. “Yeah, I have,” he kisses their head and looked back at the road.
******
“…there was this… one girl,” Bo drawled, blowing smoke up into the air. “She was somethin’. Kept her to myself,” a small smile formed, “she was beautiful.” He smile faded as he took another drag. “…ever killed someone you loved?” He asked over his shoulder at the radio. “Tears ya apart.” He finishes his cigarette and flicks it away. “Keeps ya up and ‘er ghost won’t let ya be.”
He felt phantom arms wrap around his waist and smelt warm lilacs. He hung his head as the brim of his hat casted a shadow over his eyes to hide tears falling. Bo felt his chest cave in as his heart ached.
“…I miss her… my lilac.”
