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A soft press of her lips to the corner of mine.
I tremble.
Then, she eases my hands away with a gentle tug, before dropping them, and stepping back slowly.
“Rixie—”
My breath catches, my stomach clenches, and pain unlike anything I’ve ever felt pricks at every inch of me as she turns away.
“Please don’t do this.”
She falters.
Her back snaps straight as if jerked by a string.
I inch forward.
My arms tense with the need to reach out to her—to pull her back in as rain crashes around her and thunder roars across the sky.
Her shoulders lift slowly before she drops them. She twists her neck, her eyes catching mine for a final time.
The corner of her mouth curves up.
My heart shatters into a million pieces as I follow the glistening tear that rolls down her cheek.
A beat passes.
Her voice cuts through the silence, “Go chase those dreams of ours, Rock Star.”
And then, she’s gone.
A shoulder rocks mine.
I don’t look away from the path Hendrix took.
A click sounds, fire blazing in the air as Saint sparks a joint.
I hug my knees tighter to my chest.
Smoke curls around me, the tangy scent cutting through the crisp autumn air.
I inhale a slow breath and close my eyes. “She left me.”
He doesn’t say anything. Not sure what he can say.
I went after her, but she just disappeared. It’s like she was never really here at all.
Saint flicks the unfinished joint to the metal and draws in a sharp breath.
Then he throws his arms around me and squeezes me into him.
Heat rolls off his body but it does nothing to chase away the bitter chill in my bones.
I grip the sides of his hoodie, trying to anchor myself. “She’sgone, Saint.”
He cups the back of my head and pushes his forehead into mine.
“She’ll come back,” he whispers. “She has to come back.”
