Everest
All morning Ever had been waiting.
Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the right words. Waiting for the right sort of feeling in his stomach and in his feet and in the tips of his fingers. With his notebook tucked under his arm and the smallest bit of conviction in his eyes, the boy had tiptoed as silently as he could from his room and toward the living room. There was no need to walk quietly in his own house, and yet existing as if he were a ghost was something he'd inadvertently picked up from his father (as opposed to leaving sweet traces of her existence the way Tobi did).
Of course, just as Ever made his way into the living room, his father had closed his eyes and let himself melt down deep into the melody he'd been working on. Standing with one leg raised to take another step, his lips tucked between his teeth, and his breath held, Ever once again began to wait.
Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the right words. Waiting for the right sort of feeling in his stomach and in his feet and in the tips of his fingers. With his notebook tucked under his arm and the smallest bit of conviction in his eyes, the boy had tiptoed as silently as he could from his room and toward the living room. There was no need to walk quietly in his own house, and yet existing as if he were a ghost was something he'd inadvertently picked up from his father (as opposed to leaving sweet traces of her existence the way Tobi did).
Of course, just as Ever made his way into the living room, his father had closed his eyes and let himself melt down deep into the melody he'd been working on. Standing with one leg raised to take another step, his lips tucked between his teeth, and his breath held, Ever once again began to wait.
But if the song never stopped, it wouldn't have any magic
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
So even though it's gotta end, I'll keep singing along
