Zachary approached the bench quietly, squinting some in the sunlight. There were no clouds, none at all. The sky was as clear as he�d ever seen it. When he finally reached the bench and sat down, Taylor looked at him. He looked exactly as Zac remembered him. He was still nineteen-years-old. He sat beside him in silence for a while.

�I know this isn�t real� So why does it hurt so much?� Zac asked, looking sideways at his brother. Taylor turned his head and looked at his brother. Even Taylor�s face was exactly the same: still nineteen-years-old.

�Your kids are beautiful.� He said. �You�ve got a gorgeous family.�

�Why are you coming to me?� Zac asked him.

�Things are changing, Zachary. Things are different now.� He told him.

�What do you mean, Taylor? I don�t understand.�

�You did a great job with Zo�. No one could get through to her but you. I broke her heart, Zachary, and you picked up the pieces. She trusted you from the moment you sang to her��

�Tay��

�You�ve got to sing again sometime, Zac.�