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I take a few more breaths, then start.
I closed my eyes for a second, turned away and you’re gone.
All these lights are flashing, I’ve been waiting so long.
Everyone ignores me, please just tell me what I did wrong.
Tears are streaming, people are screaming.
They say that you're gone. Please tell me they're wrong.
Too pure for this place. I'll never see your faces again.
I stop singing, my voice hoarse from the sobs escaping my lips. I turn to leave, but someone wraps me in their patchouli-scented arms. I fall to the floor, and Clara sits with me, just holding me, rocking me.
“Okay, everyone. Beautiful compositions—I’m looking forward to hearing more of them another day. We’ll resume this next time. Have a good weekend,” she murmurs to the group.
Jade comes and takes me from her arms, and Clara gets up to shut the door. I sit there for a few more minutes, crying my heart out. When I start to calm down, Clara sits next to us with a bottle of tequila and some Hostess snack cakes.
“Feel better, sweetie?” she asks, gently rubbing my back. Jade hands me a snack cake and I take a bite.
“I’m sorry I broke down like that. Maybe I shouldn't have chosen such an emotional piece.” I give a small laugh but it’s hollow.
“No, this was good for you, Silver. Never hide your emotions,” Clara says decisively, then takes a swig of the tequila, before passing me the bottle. I scrunch my nose up at her and she laughs, shrugging. “It’s five o'clock somewhere. I think you deserve a few sips.” I really shouldn't, especially if I got wasted last night as well.
I give her a shaky smile and take a small swig, before handing it back.
"Please make sure I keep my clothes on," I say jokingly. Jade snorts, then snatches it and takes a large gulp. I give her a look and she rolls her eyes at me teasingly. "I'm serious sometimes tequila makes my clothes fall off." They giggle at me and I sigh.
I’m not sure how long we sit there talking, but soon my butt is killing me, and I’m a bit tipsy.
Jade grabs my phone and orders me a Hottie McTottie. I swear that's her favorite word. Someone knocks on the door, then pulls me into their arms, helping me stand.
“Thank you, ladies,” Jax says, before gently walking us out the door, and back toward the cottage. When we reach my bedroom, I pull him down onto the bed with me and attack his mouth. He goes along with it, kissing down my neck. I lean up and rip his top off, yanking him back to my lips to kiss him hard, moving my hand slowly to his waistband. He sets his forehead on mine and lets me unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down, and reach in. He’s warm and as hard as steel. I give him a few pumps, but he seems to snap out of the fog and rip my hand away. I sigh, disappointed. He kisses my lips, then gets up and leaves the room.
Why doesn’t he want me?
