It had been years. Nearly four now, since you had moved away. Max couldn't understand why he still missed you. Plenty of his childhood friends had left, what could have been so different?

The difference was that he loved you.

He writes music about you even.

He was at a gig; a club, where his band was asked to preform. He wasn't sure if he was just overwhelmed by the noise, but.. was that you in the crowd?