There are no formalities. There are no goodbyes. I just stroll out of the room.
I need to think. I’m way too invested now, and I need answers.
Fuck keeping my distance.
It’s not just about Roman. Now it’s about Sasha.
When I get to the end of the hall, I stop myself from walking, placing my head on the wall.
I think back to that day.
I think back to that night when the shot rang through the air.
I think back to that night and the blood that coated my hands.
My thoughts are of Roman. How he died. The promises I made.
With my head against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest, all I hear is the shot.
Over and over again.
That night doesn’t sit well. A deep hollow feeling settles in my chest. It spreads like decay inside me. There once was a time that none of this would faze me.
I wouldn’t care about the lies or the promises that were made, but that was before I saw her on the fire escape, and now, I do care more than I want to.
There’s something about her that draws me in. Her light threatens to blind me.
Fuck the consequences. I don’t care. I want her. She’s mine.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I make a quick dash to my room, needing to see her. Needing to calm this tsunami building inside me.
But she’s not there, and instantly, I feel unhinged.
Taking a deep breath, I head toward her old room, and that’s when I hear it.
Music playing.
The haunting melody breaks something inside me.
It reminds me of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. The deep, rich tones of the cello flow over me like a gentle breeze. Peaceful and calming, like being in a whole other world.
A world that she has created and I’m ensnared in.
The walls around my heart are collapsing. Like rubble falling, and I fear that once every bit collapses, I will never be the same.
She manages to break me down.
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be listening when I know it would bother her, but I can’t help myself.
I have to hear her play.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
When she plays, it’s like she’s playing just for me. I close my eyes and let her music wash over me. I’m lost in her world and don’t want to leave.
Eventually, she finishes, and the spell is broken. I can’t take another minute of the separation. I need to see her.
I reach out and knock on the door.Mydoor.