April 16
Nik Kosta’s highly anticipatedWest Facing Skydelivered in every way.
Kerrington Kosta’s performance in the emotional climax paired with Darcy Kincaid and Juliet Jacobs’ duet “Miles to Eden,” – written for the film – was so powerful, I’m thinking about getting my tear ducts removed.
The wind through the grass sings your name at night/
and your shadow is on the land when the light hits just right.
Though you're gone, it’s like you linger in the air.
I’m no longer a believer, but you’re a prayer I hear everywhere.
With Jacob leading the bridge with her delicate timbre, and Kincaid’s throaty resonance coming in to hammer it home…wow.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Darcy had been backin Pineford for six hours but she didn’t feelsettledat all.
She’d decided to go to Blythe’s after landing at the airport, rather than the apartment above the bowling alley. Er,herapartment.
Because… it didn’t feel like home.
The last night she’d spent there – literal months ago, now, before their album release – she’d realized as she’d walked around that she felt kind of like a hermit crab who’d outgrown her shell. The apartment didn’t feelright, anymore.
So, she’d decided to come to Blythe and Colton’s house. After all, she’d shared the apartment with them back when it had felt like home. It stood to reason that, perhaps, if she was here, with her sister, she’d feel close to home.
Unfortunately for Darcy, she’d spent the last several hours unable to feel at-home here, either.
The house felt like precisely what itwas: Blythe’s home.
She didn’t feel uncomfortable here, but…
But she was realizing that she felt like a nomad. Which wasridiculous, really, but it was true.
Scrubbing her hands over her face, she blinked her tired, gritty eyes down at her notebook. Since she’d only been able to grab a few hours of a fitful nap, she’d decided to attempt to work. To write.
… aaaand all she’d been able to focus on was Juliet.
Thinking about how she’d tossed and turned in Juliet’s bed last night for the first time. Which, frankly, was the most disconcerting feeling. Even more than realizing she had no idea where to callhome, anymore.
It was all so hard. In her mind, in her heart. After spending time with Kerrington last night – holyshit, had it really only been last night?! – she’d really started to think about it. About what the future could hold.
She and Kerrington Kosta wereworldsapart. Kerrington had a huge, involved family, all of whom were in the film world. It was hardly a risk at all for her to come out.
But… she was still doing it. She was still queer and very much in the public eye. She’d had public relationships with women.
Darcy was going to want that. She, now, was very certain about it. One day, she was going to want tobe outand, ideally, be with Juliet. And she was fine with waiting for that reality, as long as she knew it was going to happen someday. She could easily make peace with that; she didn’t need the world in her business.
The only real problem was… Robbie.
Nice guy and all, but she thought it was fair to not want to have to see the woman she was in love with on her fake-boyfriend’s arm.
She meant what she’d said to Juliet this morning; she’d spent a long time thinking it over.
Darcy was nowhere near close to wanting to end what they’d found together. What they’d built up together. She’d never felt as connected to anyone as she felt with Juliet. What she’d told her was absolutely the truth; from the very beginning of this,she’d felt like they… they were on the same plane of existence, vibrating on a different frequency than everyone else.
And life wasn’t binary; things were complicated. Juliet had her fifth album to complete, and the obligations that came with it. She didn’t have the right to walk into Juliet’s life and decide she had to change everything she’d spent years crafting.
