This Town

“Austin, she isn’t waking up anytime soon,” Alan said sadly as he joined me in the back lounge. Since she was stable and her wounds were taken care of we were able to bring Saint back onto the tour bus. A nurse helped up convert the back lounge into a hospital room and showed us how to change her IVs. She had been in a coma for over a week with no signs of waking up.

“Any day now Alan,” I replied with hope. I had to keep hoping that she’d open her eyes. “I can’t lose her again.” I hadn’t realized what I said.

“What did you say?” Alan asked with disbelief. I looked up at him to find him glaring at me. “She isn’t Taylor Austin!” He yelled. “This is Saint! She’s my best friend and a wonderful human being. Sure, she has some issues but don’t we all?! If you’re only trying to get close to her because you think you can turn her into Taylor, then stay away from her!”

“Alan that’s not what I meant,” I tried to explain but Alan just rolled his eyes and left the back lounge.

“He has a point Austin,” Aaron said gently. I looked away from him to Saint. “She loves you and if you can’t genuinely love her back then back off. Don’t go after her just because you see her being able to give Taylor back to you. Go after her because she can give you something from being herself.”

I tucked Saint’s hair behind her ear and felt a tear fall down my cheeks. They were both right. Saint wasn’t Taylor. Saint was Saint. She was stubborn, cautious, and blunt. She had a fierce soul that burned brighter than the sun. She was magnificent. Taylor was none of those things. Taylor was soft spoken, reckless, and gentle. She was pure like morning dew. She was gone. But Saint wasn’t. Saint was here, alive and breathing.






It was the last day of the tour and I was more than ready to go home, but we had to figure out what we were going to do with Saint; she still hadn’t come out of her coma. Alan lived down the street from her so he could always stay at her place but I didn’t like the idea of her not being five steps away from me.

“Are you boys ready for this!?” Alan yelled and jumped on Tino’s back, Phil joined in a second later. While they messed around Aaron and I warmed our voices up.

“Alright guys let’s go!” Our tour manager announced with a large smile. Tino ran onto the stage first, followed by Phil, then Alan, then Aaron. I held back for a moment. I listened to the crowd scream and chant my name. This was what I lived for.

“IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” I screamed as I ran onto the stage. This was where I belonged. I only wished Saint could see it. The fact that I had thought immediately about Saint and not Taylor surprised me but it told me what I needed to know.





Alan ran onto the tour bus screaming and yelling. His performance adrenaline was still pumping through his veins. We hadn’t realized he stopped in front of the door and Phil ended up running into him. “Alan what are you doing?” I asked as I pushed past him and Phil. But I saw what he was doing. He was staring at Saint.

Saint looked up from the book she was reading and smiled at us shyly. She had changed out of her sweats and t-shirt and was wearing an Austin Carlile Or Die shirt and blue skinny jeans. I noticed her clothes were a little big on her, but that was the last thing on my mind. Saint was awake.

“Hey guys,” she said softly. I didn’t say anything. I took three rushed steps over to her and grabbed her face between my hands. I wasted no time in pressing my lips to hers. Her tense posture told me I surprised her but eventually she kissed me back.

“I love you,” I told her earnestly when I pulled away.

Notes

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