Ray says it’s been a while now, after sleeping, since he’s felt the urge to scream. That his body doesn’t feel quite as clenched in outrage all the time. But the absence of Johnny still feels like the air: sometimes you notice it more, like when the wind picks up or the sky feels particularly humid and heavy, but always, you’re at least somewhat aware of its presence. You’ll never exist without it.
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