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last thoughts

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He still vividly remembered when he held a guitar for the first time. And when he learned to turn his verbal diarrhea into lyrics that somehow resonated with others. He recalled the first time he got on stage—with the baffling amount of twelve people in the audience—and how that tiny crowd grew to thousands. He remembered walking the streets of Brentwood, LA as a nobody, and then, years later, with a security detail at his side. He also remembered the nervousness during his first audition for Trial by Fire, an up-and-coming band from New York, and how disappointed his parents had been when his son's silly dreams happened to come true.

He remembered meeting Lilly as one more fan amidst a crowd full of them, and how she turned into the center of his universe. He couldn't forget the heartache of losing her because of that very career; the songs that were born from that pain.

He remembered how nothing was ever the same after her, but music continued to bring him joy. Each album release, gig, and TV appearance, made him feel like he was there for a reason. His was a life of pain and loss, but also so much happiness he could barely hold it within. One look at his bandmates—his friends—was enough to reinforce this thought, even if he didn't seem to pay them mind as his attention was on the latest mobile game he was hooked on and kept rolling his eyes at Jun's chauvinistic statements regarding Ronan's marital status.

He wouldn't mind spending a lifetime like this.

But life had other plans. It decided to end, and it did in the form of a sudden impact. Nothing flashed before his eyes other than his phone's screen flickering as it shattered at the same time as his body did. No one screamed; no one had time to do so.

One moment they were there, and the next, they weren't.

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