>I can barely recognize Fang.
>A part of me denies that the person up on stage could have been her.
>My more rational side however clarifies that it’s Fang up there, singing a song I know by heart.
>The years have not been kind to her.
>Her long gray hair is now totally shaved off and she has tattoos down both of her arms.
>The thick black eyeliner makes her once bright amber eyes seem dull.
>And the expression on her face is one of absolute misery.
>I thought I'd be happy to meet her again. I thought I'd make it right.
>I even had all the hypothetical scenarios laid out in my head, and all my responses to it.
>But this... Nothing could have prepared me for this.
>I can feel the beer can in my hand getting slowly crushed.
>When did I even buy it? No matter, sounds about right for my current mood.
>I downed it in one go, and kept staring at Fang.
>How did she end up like this? There is so much talent in her, so much hope. She had friends, she had a caring family, she is smart
>And she throws it away... like this?!
>You ungrateful fucking faggot.. had EVERYTHING laid out for you and you chose to abandon it?!
>You became a former shell of yourself.
>"You SUCK. WHY DON'T YOU DISAPPEAR FROM MY LIFE?!"
>
>I didn't mean to say that.
>I didn't mean to throw the can at her either.
>Right at the snoot, with a loud clang.
>And as it dropped down on the floor, I realized that it wasn't about Fang at all.
>And as her shocked amber eyes followed me being dragged out by the security, I realized that I was not staring at her. I was staring at a mirror of myself.
>And I hated every single centimeter of it.
>This is why I should have just stayed under the radars.
>This is why I should return home and never show my face again.
>I couldn't save her, Why would I save her? In her infinite talent can’t she see she’s a dump?
>How would I save her if I haven't changed myself?
>I should just go home and disappear forever.
>
>[Return home.]
>
>[Wait for Fang.]