But then, nodding at the tower of smoke that stretches up against the Mountain – it’s actually kind of beautiful – I say, “Everything’s always ending. But everything’s always beginning, too.”
“God,” Henna says, “that would have been a much better prom theme than ‘Forever Young’.”
We stay watching the fire, which probably is just a fire, but we watch it together. Me and my friends.
And there’ll be a tomorrow, of course there will, when it all begins again. But right now is almost a kind of loop for me, something to feel on the inside of, but this time it’s good. It’s a loop with my friends that would even be a pretty damn good forever.
I know, if I need it, they’ll save me.
I also know that I might not need it quite so often.
We watch the fire. We watch the fire.
And still we watch.