The middle bit

Priya came in today. She never comes in. So she came for me.

She said we should run the set. I said yes, I am ready. I lied a little. I am always lying a little when I say that.

Then she looked at me. The look from before Leeds. The one that means she sees something. I do not know what she sees. I just know it is real.

She said good. But it was not a normal good. It was a good that knew I have been bad. A good from someone who watched me die on stage and watched me kill. And knows those are the same thing.

I walked home slow. Three days left. My hands were cold even though it was warm out.

I am not ready. I am also ready enough. That is the only place I have ever lived. The middle bit.

I keep going.