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The smell.

Leon’s smell.

Cheap aftershave. Dusty clothes. The old leather seats of an old pickup truck. A hint of stale beer. And then some kind of tough guy musky, woodsy smell.

That smell brought back so many memories my heart raced a little.

I turned and looked around the room.

There was a large bed near the front window, unmade and a little messy.

Definitely not Leon’s style.

He always asked me if I made my bed.

That was an order of his.

Wake up. Make your damn bed.

That bed was where he passed.

Where he took his last breath.

The room was organized chaos.

Leon’s version of organization.

Piles of books and magazines that looked messy but he knew where everything was at all times.

On the opposite end of the room was a large TV.

I smiled.

I pictured his reaction to a TV that size.

I had a feeling that if I turned on that TV it would be a sports channel.

Memories weighed on me hard.

I slowly began to get dressed for Leon’s funeral.

A part of me wanted to find something about myself here. A picture. A note. Maybe something about the SOLA Empire. The idea that maybe throughout the years Leon thought about me and followed my journey.

This wasn’t a movie though.

He and I had our falling out. We said what we had to say and that’s how it ended.

I could never regret what happened because of where it took me.

But I did absolutely regret losing him completely from my life.

Nothing I could do about that now though.

At least I was here for the funeral.

To honor him. To say goodbye.

The real question though…

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