The Forgiven
Kirby's PoV
"Go back home," Callie whispered in my ear.
I hugged her tighter and struggled to say a word. "I am. . . I'm coming home."
"They miss you so much, Kirby. They are waiting for you. Come back home," Callie whispered.
I rested on her shoulder and cried my heart out. She caressed my back to comfort me. I refrained from embracing her, and she wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Watch me perform later, Cal."
She nodded and sweetly smiled. Before I performed my last performance with my band, Callie and I ate the food she brought. She helped me to clean the bar and set up the stage and sound system. I even asked her for a sample of her singing. She gladly granted my request. She took the microphone and started to sing the poem I penned for her which she infused with
