William knew the man in the bed. He knew the feeling of his skin under his fingers, and the rhythm of his breathing. He knew his scent, and he remembered his presence. He just couldn't identify him just yet. Stay longer...
But when William opened his eyes, there was no one. His arms were wrapped around a pillow - soft but cold. And he felt something was missing. He just didn't know what it was. He forgot about the man, the presence.
"William."
Mike's voice. Why did it have to always be his voice?
"It's good. Now you can focus on the music again."
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