Page 88 of Love is a Lyric
She just played.
The words rose up in her, bolstering her until they flowed past her lips.
Some days,
I wonder if you’re there.
But wishes are only memories.
She kept going, oblivious to anything happening behind her as she leaned into the piano, letting the music heal the rift in her soul.
Letting it tell her she was going to be okay. She was strong.
As the song wound to a close, her playing slowed, the final notes leaving her breathless.
Nothing happened for a beat of silence, of stillness.
And then the crowd. They cheered for her, for her song. She turned on the bench to stare at them with wide eyes.
She’d been right. Tonight, as she’d felt her world breaking apart, she’d only needed to sing to put it back together again. This wasn’t about fame to her or applause.
Music was as necessary as breathing.
Chase rushed the stage and lifted her off the bench, swinging her around. “You were amazing.”
It wasn’t the first time she’d sang, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
But it might have been the most important.
“I love him, Chase,” she said as he put her down.
Chase’s smile dimmed.
“No.” She laughed. “It’s okay. I am in love with your brother, and I’m going to survive it.”
