"Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today."
The young man watches her playing basketball with the other students. He aches to be with her, to hold her and talk to her. The way she smiles and laughs, and how alive she is, his heart, or where his heart would be, ached to be close to her.
Jono looked at the words on the page. He shook his head, closed the notebook, and leaned his head back against the tree he sat leaned up against. The grass was cool and the shade nice-- it was a hot day. Had he lungs, he would've sighed. The words he'd written were true and the music he'd written the night before- written for Paige fit so well. Only he'd never get the chance the to sing the song to her. Not now.
Not that he'd bother. It was be embarrassing. He'd play it for her, and she's smile and pat his hand, in that pitying way she had. The way that said she's always be his friend but never his lover.
Jono looked up again and watched Paige again. She laughed as the basketball Jubilee had thrown hit an unsuspecting Angelo. He yelled something but he laughed too.
***
*Go the cinema with me Paige?* Jono ran over possible words. *Or we could go for dinner, you could order whatever you want.* His thoughts shifted. *I love you Paige* *I want to spend my whole life with you.*
Jono resolved that while he meant these things, they would have to wait til morning. Sometime next week.
This day never happened.
***
"And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun."
A lot had changed in those ten years. Jono, through the help of Emma, began to reconstruct his body psionically. The team had grown apart, slowly, yet now it was all different. Though, with the exception of Jono having a whole, functioning body, he was still the same person he was all those years ago. He still loved Paige. He didn't have a job. He hadn't gotten any older.
Jono stood by the window of his New York apartment. The sound of the traffic down below registered with Jono but what he held in his hand occupied his attention.
It was a wedding invitation. To Paige's wedding. Paige's wedding to someone one. Someone not him.
Now Paige was happy with someone else. She could've been happy with him, Jono vaguely knew that now. But he'd waited too long and now it was too late.
Jono left the invitation on the windowsill. He sat down on the floor with his guitar, and he began to sing.
Finis