... So this was fun. The song I got was “What If I Never Get Over You” by Lady A, but all I had to do was take some lyrics and write a drabble based off THEM, so I decided, challenge accepted.
Lyrics: It's supposed to hurt, it's a broken heart
But the movin' on is the hardest part.
In hindsight, it was absurd that Monroe asked him to go fishing at all. Monroe was a vegetarian, and neither of them actually owned fishing poles. But maybe it said something about their friendship that Nick didn’t hesitate to agree. (Or maybe it said something about the current state of Nick’s life, but that was something he tried not to think about much, these days.)
What it actually ended up being was the two of them on a boat, tossing bread to the fish, sitting mostly in silence.
“I still haven’t thrown out her phone,” he admitted, once.
Monroe didn’t falter. “Well, you don’t have to.”
“I just can’t believe that she’s-” His voice broke, and he looked away, focusing on opening a new package of bread. “I’m looking for a new place,” he added after a moment, changing tactics. “Somewhere safer. Easier to defend.”
“Somewhere not everyone knows about,” Monroe guessed, and Nick nodded.
Somewhere without Juliette’s ghost haunting every corner, looking on with sad eyes and accusing stares.
Neither of them said it. They didn’t need to.
“For what it’s worth, man… I’m here for you. Whatever you need.”
That, if nothing else, he knew. “Thank you, Monroe.”
