Page 37 of His Last Chase

Make it brutal, make it bloody

Make it so they lose then cast them aside

Remember they’re nothing more than disposable humans

Are you a survivor? I feel like I am

Love lost, love found, only to be taken again

Is there any real pleasure in this life?

Everything I’d ever cared about was taken from me

Bloodied and bruised, left to tend to my wounds

Until you came along

You gave me hope and filled me with happiness

You taught me how to love again

But as with everything our time was limited

And there I stood, lost and alone

We’re all just disposable humans bred for their viewing pleasure

Put on display like a gameshow contestant

Make it brutal, make it bloody

Make it so they lose then cast them aside

Remember they’re nothing more than disposable humans

A world filled with victims and survivors

We die and get buried with nothing but our memories

The ones of you and I are what I’ll hold onto

Draw from them in the afterlife

Disposable as we are my short time with you made this life more than worth it

“Jesus, Chase.” While his perspective of our existence was dark, there was no way to deny it wasn’t spot on. I couldn’t imagine how much pain he’d endured since she passed. How utterly alone he had been. No wonder he’d become a regular at the Jordans’ dinner table. My best friend and his family were truly amazing humans. I wish I would’ve been there more for Chase after his loss. Though the feelings I have for him now may not have come to fruition had it been as such.

What a frightening realization given how invested in our future I already was.

“Well, it’s how I felt. Still feel sometimes, if I’m being honest.” He shuffled around, tucking his notebook back into his bag.

In no way did I want him to feel as though I were judging him.

“I can’t wait to hear you sing it.”

“Really?” He perked up.

I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Really.”

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