Page 164 of Never In My Wildest Dreams

You don’t stay

You only see mirages

I am real.

I am love, I’m fire and pain

I’m bits and pieces, forever broken

Can you see them?

Instead of running

Can you heal them?

Love is staying

Love is working

Love is fighting

With each other and for each other.

I am real.

I am love, I’m fire and pain

I’m bits and pieces, forever broken

Can you see them?

Instead of running

Can you heal them?

When her mind went quiet, her fingers stilled.

The tight space in her chest opened a little, and she felt better.

“Hey.”

“Jesus.” She practically jumped off the bench. “Jude.”

His big body filled the doorway. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt. Just wanted to tell you we’re heading out.”

“Oh, okay.” She didn’t know why she was so flustered. Jude and the guys got to hear all of her workshopped songs. This one, though…it was just so personal. It was meant for her ears only. She got up and headed over to him. “Let me get my phone so I can pay you.”

“Later. Next time you’re at the bar.”

“I guess you know I’m good for it.”

He arched a brow. “We know where you live.”

She smiled. “Yeah, yeah. I’m shaking in my boots.”

He started to go, but then, he said, “It goes both ways, you know?”

“What does?”

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