He needed to complete these last songs so he could kick his habit. Determined to finish the album, he held onto the hope for the future he’d glimpsed tonight. “Soon we’ll be together, love.” he said bending to kiss Oceane’s cheek. Reluctantly he left the bed, dressing and hurrying out the door while he still had the ability to leave. * * * * Right on time, he thought as he entered his apartment, making a bee line for his room. He grabbed his black and white Fender Strat, and headed out to the living room with a notebook, and a vial. “Max, what are you doing?” Reed asked as he looked up from the three lines he’d laid out on the table in front of him. He’d been so involved in his task he hadn’t even heard the door open. “I’m self-medicating before I work on the last songs for our album,” he said with a wry smile. Reed released a deep sigh as he sank into the seat opposite him. “What happened, Max?” “Oceane.” “You saw her today?” Reed asked as he leaned forward.
