The Flaw in the Plan

It was a quiet evening, a lonely one. The chill air in the wet night kept Rupert inside, trapped on the sofa playing the ukelele. He remembered another evening, the first of many, it seemed like a life ago, singing about her. About how wonderful it would be. Yes, it was. It was too much. It was a bloody new world. Even if it was the same old F. Land where he was born, where he had never wanted to return, it looked like a new country. "Damn, a whole new galaxy!" he thought, and his fingers missed the note.
Rupert sang and sang all night, missing her in each word. Maybe she could hear them.
That first evening he didn't think it could be so painful. He wouldn't have believed it. Bubble Land was a place he hadn't known yet. Then.
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