I Didn’t Want to Need You

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I drunk paged him from Sarah’s in the wee hours of the morning. She was asleep on the couch, looking like something from a Renaissance painting, hair flung everywhere and her arm over her eyes. When the phone rang a little while later she barely stirred.

I answered it in her bedroom. “Hey.”

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