This love is a strange love
A faded kind of
I think I'm going to fall again
And even when you held my hand
It didn't mean a thing
The streetlights turned on illuminating the neatly paved paths and roads of Greenland Bay. Sandy stood out the front of Damon's apartment and gripping one of the shoulder straps on her backpack she adjusted it slightly, giving her left shoulder a moments relief from the weight of her school books.
She could see Damon moving around in the lounge room and she wondered how he might be feeling and what he might be going through after what had recently happened at school.