I want this Waylon, but I’ll only ever have the memory of the boy I knew. Never the man he’s becoming. Because this Waylon will never want me back, and it’s time I fucking get that through my thick, stubborn skull. But then a sound—a single, monosyllabic word—unleashes itself upon the world, ripping through the silence like a gunshot. Changing...everything. “No.” And then the hand in mine is no longer a ghost of a touch of fine bones but a solid strength of flesh that molds with my own. No longer a farewell, but an Oh! Hello again! I’ve missed you, as long fingers part through mine, curling
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