Page 128 of Yours Until Forever

You don’t get to solve me.

You don’t get to own my voice, even if you’d never try.

You just have to feel me. Stay with me. Hear me.

And fuck, I do.

Every note feels like it’s coming from a place I didn’t know she’d let me see again.

It’s not polite.

It’s not careful.

It’sher.

Raw. Complex. Still standing.

It’s not defiance. It’s agency.

She’ssaying I’m still mine, even when I’m yours.

And the way she plays—steady but alive, delicate but never small—it’s the sound of someone who knows who she is now.

And that’s the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

The final note lingers, just long enough to wreck me.

It’s final. The breath before the song ends and everything changes.

She doesn’t bow. Doesn’t rush off. Doesn’t look at anyone but me.

And when she stands, my fucking heart stutters.

Because I know.

She’s walking toward me.

With every step she takes, the noise fades, the crowd blurs.

All I can see is her.

Her chin lifted. Her steady hands. Her eyes locked on mine.

And my whole body reacts.

My pulse feels like it’s tearing through my skin.

My jaw tightens, trying to contain every goddamn emotion she’s unleashing in me.

And my fists? Clenched at my sides, just to keep myself from reaching for her.

Because she’s coming to me.

Not broken.

Not unsure.

Not whole.

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