So Houston, Loren, and Jericho had tattooed themselves and filled every hall and room of our home with lilacs so that I never forget what love smells like.The house lights lowered, and the roar was deafening.
Backstage at The Forum, I waited with them.
“Okay?”
I met each of their gazes—green, opaque, and silver.
Once I nodded, they smiled and pushed forward. I watched them take their places on stage. I listened to Houston’s song through my eyes—red, blue, and purple shapes lighting up the arena—as they roused the crowd.
This was always meant to be.
It was what they’d told me four years ago, and I’d believed them.
I still do.
Free from Savant, they could do whatever they wanted.
We could do whatever we wanted.
Smiling, I put one foot in front of the other until the spotlight bathed me with the loves of my life standing behind me.
And then I, Bound’s new front man, lifted my mic.You crept in like the dawn
You showed me a new day
But instead of bringing light
You followed me into darkness
Belligerent, bellicose, broken, bound
We painted our revolution backward
Eventually, we found love