Chapter 11

When Tanaka leaves two hours later, the house feels strangely empty.

Aunt Veronique took Étienne and Pierre out to look around Key West, especially to look for new clothes. Uncle Francis was at work.

And it wasn't like Darcy had any school on a Saturday, so she indulged herself in a guilty pleasure.

The track started, and she listened as the familiar music began to play, humming along until it was time for her to sing.

Her voice cracked on the first note, the disuse getting to her, but she stubbornly kept on until it smoothed out. It'd been a while since she had sung like this. 

"We could just go home right now
Or maybe we could stick around
For just one more drink, oh yeah
Get another bottle out
Lets shoot the sh*t
Sit back down
For just one more drink, oh yeah"

Her foot tapped a rhythm on the floor as she waited for the chorus, inserting herself neatly into the song. It felt uncomfortable without the background voices, but she shook herself out of the minute daze.  

"Here's to us
Here's to love
All the times
That we f*cked up
Here's to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few days
Have kicked my ass
So lets give 'em hell
Wish everybody well
Here's to us
Here's to us"

Grimacing, she kept on it. The Harmonics were behind her. Even if she missed the baritone of Jason's voice, or the pitch of Dean's. Even Meg, at this point.

"Stuck it out this far together
Put our dreams through the shredder
Let’s toast cause things got better
and everything could change like that
And all these years go by so fast
But nothing lasts forever"

And sometimes songs affected her more than they should have.

But she missed them.

She couldn't help it.

The End

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