And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
No one seeing them could doubt their love.
“George is dead, he’s dead. They’re about to put him in the ground and the priest is doing classic rock lyrics and that girl, that redhead is crying harder than his mother and she never even met him.”
He’d never admit it, but there is one person. One young lady with whom Jackson shared a real bond. One person who could reach him. Who could save him.