That is the saddest story."I clear my throat. "Life is sad," I say."Not always," he replies, his voice soft."Sometimes," I say as he tucks a strand behind my ear. "Sometimes it is.

Maybe. Sometimes you need one night to run away from shit, you know.

When I speak my voice is light and does not tremble. “I’ll miss our little sanctuary. Won't you?”Miles looks back at the cathedral, then back to me. “Sanctuary is a person, not a place.

I am back,” he said, straightening up, pulling the keys out of his pocket. “This is all that's left.