"I'm standing here.. outside your door... I hate to wake you up to say goodbye..."
Taylor looked up at the stars and the nearly full moon as he sang. "But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn... the taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn..."
Wind blew across the water and the only sounds were of creaking wood and waves hitting gently against the sides of the canoe. It was calming, yet it made him feel very alone.
"Already, I'm so lonesome I could cry..."
He sighed and pulled up the fire blanket, exhaustion finally setting in.
"So, kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me. Hold me like you'll never let me go... 'Coz I'm leavin--"
"No, you're not."
Taylor froze, the words catching in his throat, his body immediately tingling at that familiar voice. Garrett?
That
