The song on the radio was old, before either of them were born. A woman's voice, ragged and soaring, over a guitar that sounded like a drill or a prayer. Ooh, baby...
"Yeah," she said, and the word felt like a cliff. "Let's go to the edge." Edge Of Seventeen
You drive down a highway at midnight with the windows down. Your hair is a mess. Your heart is a clenched fist. You are not sad. You are powerful in your sadness. This song is not about getting over it. This song is about becoming the storm. The song on the radio was old, before