You first met him the summer after high school. You would talk about your future like you had a clue. Never planned that one day, you'd be losing him.
He got in an accident. It was too late to press the brake when he noticed the cliff ahead. You didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. Maybe in another life, he could have stayed, so you didn't have to say he was the one that got away.
You visited the cliff where Scaramouche met his faith. You could still feel his presence next to you.
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