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Sephie: And you’re forcing me to do something I don’t want to do. By the way, is it okay to use your chef? He insisted he had to cook for me today.
Brahms: Of course. He and his team are at your service all day long. I just wish you would share those meals with me.
Sephie: Sorry, I’m busy.
Brahms: With what?
Sephie: You wouldn’t understand.
Brahms: Try me.
Sephie: Maybe in a few years, but definitely not today. See you later.
Brahms: You know what this feels like?
Sephie: Why do you assume that I know you? It’s been seven years since we stopped talking.
Brahms: And whose fault is that?
Sephie: Yours.
Brahms: I wish I could tell you what happened—and that you’d listen.
Sephie: You do understand why I’m so angry at you, right? I hate myself for what I did too. If I had known . . .
I pause because I don’t want to be upset before dinner.
Brahms: This reminds me of the time I kissed you, and you avoided me for a week—or was it two?
Brahms: It doesn’t matter. The point is that if we had just talked things would’ve been different.
Sephie: We shouldn’t have kissed and there’s nothing to talk about, Brahms.
Brahms: It’s always been you, Sephie. Just you. I wish you would let me . . .
Nothing else comes after that text. I’m almost shaking as I read his last text. The beginning of the song he composed for me. Our kiss and every other memory after escaping from where I’ve hidden them. They’re knives cutting through me, and the bleeding has begun again.
* * *
(Then)
The piano keys felt familiar under my fingers as it joined Brahms’s guitar. It had been so long since we last played together like this, me accompanying as he composed a new piece. His voice was low and smooth as honey as he began to sing, the rich tone washing over me. It reminded me of Hozier, James Bay, or Ray LaMontagne—crisp yet husky, with a rasp that verged on gravelly when he pushed to his upper register. But with an extra aching, soulful quality all his own that gave me chills.
Let me be more
More than just a voice in the crowd
More than just a thought at night
Let me be more
Than just a friend by your side
Let me be the rush inside your heart
The dream in your darkest hour
Let me be the one who lifts you high
