Page 80 of The Second Deal

andI’dstill give her my soul

Butwe just couldn’t see

the devil in me.

Mybottom lip trembles.Ican’t stop sniveling.

ThelyricsZakwrote are still clutched to my chest.

Myhair is soaked with tears.

I’mout of tissues.

Ishould call him.

Asob slips whenIreach for my phone and realize whatI’mdoing.

Idon’t even have his number anymore.

Ishouldn’t bother—there’s no way he feels the same now.

Heeven said it in that interview: he wrote it to get it out of his system, and he got over it.

Hesaid it the other night: he doesn’t forgive me.

ButDreesaid he doesn’t forgive me for leaving.

IfSaturdaywas his last day alive, his one regret would’ve been not kissing me one last time.

AndIkeep spitting in his face hooking up with my personal demon, his twin brother.

Finally,Ilet the rest of the album play.

Timelesshas always been fucking amazing.Shannon,Robbie,Zak, andAdrianall are talented beyond measure.Thisalbum has incredible depth—the production is unreal.

Timelessmight have started off asDreamTheaterandPanteraafter-school jam sessions betweenRobbieand the twins, butI’mthe one who literally draggedShannoninto the music room and demanded that they have him on vocals and do more than covers.

Timelessdidn’t become a thing untilIagreed to join on guitar—Robbieand the twins refused to budge on becoming a real band untilIwas with them.

Timelesswasmyfucking band.

But, now, they’ve staked their own claim without me.Timelesshas only gotten better, and so have the guys, no matter how much they bellyache about missing the good ol’ days.

They’regood and old for a reason.

WhileI’msupposed to be hard at work on graphics forNewYear’sBall, it’s ten in the morning andI’mstill in bed, wearing myTimelessshirt and listening to “Dawn” on repeat.Stillsurrounded by piles of used tissues and everythingShannonsent me.

Myphone buzzes in my hand.

Goodmorning princesa.CouldIinterest you in tacos?

Morning.ThinkI’mgonna hit up the coffee pot and get to work.

You’rejust now getting up?

Yeah

Ok.Ilove you