More Neo Noir Thoughts

It's warm enough during the day to go swimming, but the nights are still cool. The tempo of the evening is pleasant; relaxed, like jazz drumming. I think. I don't know too much about jazz. 

There is probably more than what I'm seeing and hearing. I'm pretty observant, but nobody gets everything. 

The memory of the heat drags on me. Memories have weight, I believe. They can pile on and on, and crush you, if you don't keep moving. 

Am I not moving? 

Night Music

It's like we knew we didn't have time to be strangers. We became best friends so quickly I don't remember noticing. Now you're gone, and I'm sitting in a dark room listening to neo noir jazz songs picked out by a computer in my pocket.

I remain positive. There's a fair portion of my body that doesn't hurt, for example, and I focus on that.The cuts, burns, and broken bones I obtained while fighting by your side have healed pretty well, considering. Not perfectly, so I've had to adapt. 

The web of scar tissue has reduced some of my mobility. Still, I was always the slow one. You were quick, darting in and out, blades flashing. 

I'd slug it out with the heavily armored ones, knocking off armor to expose a vulnerable area, or just keep them busy until you figured out some other way to defeat them. 

You were the brains and the brawn, now that I think about it. And I was just...your friend, I guess. 

I lie down and try to sleep. I focus on the parts of me that don't hurt. It works, and I drift off. Perhaps there will be a good fight tomorrow. If someone needs help, I will be ready. And if nobody needs help, I'll still be ready. No need to overthink it.