Have you ever wanted to go back?
I?ve contemplated it every day for the last six years.
Knowing once I did, I?d wreck everything all over again, but still?I dream.
Until last night.
My past came back to me.
As I finished my set, looking through the smoke and flashing lights, I see him. The wreckage still written on Chord?s face, tells me hell?s coming. I can?t erase the hurt my leaving caused, and I?ll be damned if I let him wreck us even more.
But when I utter one word, I know we?re finished before we can even begin to pick up the pieces.