“ it’s four am and you’re keeping me from closing these sleepy eyes. “ he mumbles in a sing song whisper. it was actually closer to two am and ezra was outside some random music venue in downtown portland. he was packing up a black van with musical equipment. his bandmates ? off getting plastered somewhere. not ezra, though. after struggling with addiction for far too long, he was finally clean. okay, a week clean but still !!! it’s something. dainty footsteps are heard around the side of the van and a brow quirks. he steps around. “ hello ? “ now, his band had a few local fans. people he likes to hang out with after shows and talk about the music. he was excepting one of them. he wasn’t expecting -- HER.
memories.
memories flood back into his brain. his jaw kind of hangs low, eyes soft and hands shaking. “ hi. “ it’s all he can say. what else do you say to someone you used to call the love of your life ? snow was special to ezra. she was with him through the toughest parts of his life. she saw him on bathroom floors, eyes red and nose bleeding. she saw him puking up his guts in the kitchen sink. she saw him vulnerable. and then... she was gone. “ what are you -- um, what are you doing here ? did you.. did you see the show ? “ // @avdios