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In that moment, I realize a lot doesn’t matter. What Michael would do with the bookstore when he visited me in Dublin. If Michael would stay with me, or at Niall’s, or possibly splurge for his own hotel room.
He wouldn’t get to see all the changes Niall has made to his store based on ideas he, Niall, and I had hashed out many nights over a bottle of wine the past year. He would never get the chance to drink a Guinness from the homeland.
Michael would never get to see if Niall could be more than just a friendly face on his laptop screen.
Because Michael was struck by a drunk driver walking home from the fair. A driver who fled the scene after Michael hit his head on the curb, just after the intersection of Main and Garden.
Where Michael died.