Page 2 of Promise Kept

I don’t know if I’ve been close to anyone.

Definitely not my mother.

She’s somewhere with a glass in hand, crying fake tears, looking for her next money man.

I’m not looking anywhere.

But not looking anywhere means you are looking somewhere.

I see him on the other side of the funeral.

For a moment I actually lose my breath.

The man from so many pictures is here.

My father’s best friend.

The man I’ve secretly had a crush on…

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The Whole “More Information” Thing… With a Side of Eye Fucking

ELLIS

There has always been a group of us.

I can list you the names, but that doesn’t matter right now.

In some somber way, the list keeps growing shorter.

Not in a quick timespan.

It was Hux who got us all together.

A lifetime ago in a sense.

He got us together and then bound us together when he suckered every one of us into investing in a crazy idea he had.

Yet the first time there was a hiccup in his business plan, what did he do?

He killed himself.

I look down at my right wrist.

I wear a gold watch worth thirty grand.

Why?

I don’t really fucking know why.

I just do it.

I don’t care whether people know I’m rich or not.

I reach for the watch and pull at the band so I can see the tattoo on my wrist.

That’s when I hear someone say my name.

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