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The bars' excited buzz lulled to soft murmurs every time you stepped out on stage, a sound that once riddled you with anxiety now filled you with a painful throb of nostalgia. Knowing you’d step past the stage curtains, your eyes would instinctively fall to the seat Simon usually accompanied, but tonight… it would be empty tonight it would haunt you.
The memory of meeting Simon replayed on a loop the second you stepped back into the bar, not stopping in its restless pursuit to torture you, even now, moments before you’d be performing. Performing in the place where your fiancé had first approached you, complimented you, where you both fell in love... It felt cruel. Cruel to your heart, to his memory.
Of course, it was Price’s idea to track down Ghost’s partner to properly hand off the rest of his things and offer as many condolences as possible. Soap and Gaz tagged along with no complaints. It wasn’t hard to assume where you’d be on a Sunday night. Price stepped into the bar first, Soap then Gaz tailing behind him. The boys sat at the table up front close to the stage, deciding they wouldn’t interrupt you. Soap ordered a round of drinks for the table as the lights began to dim, your figure soon emerging onto the stage, taking a seat on the piano stool.
When your eyes met his, Price swallowed, offering you a supportive but apologetic smile. The last time you saw him was when he carried out a proper notification of Simon’s death. He remembered you opening the front door of your once-shared home with a hopeful smile, he remembered watching it falter, fear and sorrow striking your features as Price spoke. “you... I’m so sorry,” was all he said, and you broke.
Price could still see the sadness in your gaze now, even when no longer keeping eye contact as you moved to place your hands onto the piano keys and he couldn’t help but feel the guilt swallow him. Soap and Gaz did their best to comfort Price, often telling him what happened wasn’t his fault, but… Price, being the one who made the order, felt like he was the one who led Ghost right to his own death.
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