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“You have no idea. And the funny part is, she doesn’t even realize it.”
“Well, if she madeyoustop and listen, she must be really damn good.”
“She is,” I agree. “Listening to her play was the closest I’ve come to being inspired in months. Ever since…”
My words trail off, the knot forming in my throat. I try to force it down, but it’s like the damn thing is stuck. “Anyway, I need her, Sera. I fucking need her so I can bemeagain.”
It was hard admitting it out loud. It felt like I was broken, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get myself back.
And the only person who was able to make me feel whole currently hated my guts.
“Okay, you need her. So why don’t you just put on your charming smile and apologize? Girls dig that shit.”
“I already did that.”
“You did?” the skepticism is clear in her voice. “And you didn’t melt the panties right off of her? I mean, I know you’re a jackass occasionally, but damn. You said you bumped into her. I don’t see what’s the big deal.”
“The big deal is that she’s blind.”
There is a beat of silence on the other side of the line.
“She’s… blind?”
“Yes! I didn’t realize it the first time around. Okay, not even the second time, if I’m being completely honest, but when I did, I felt shitty, so I went and apologized.”
She lets out a groan. “You did not.”
Is she being serious right now?
“What’s so wrong with that?” I ask defensively, my hand clenching into a fist on the table.
I’m an asshole if I don’t apologize. I’m an asshole if I apologize. And then girls say they’re not complicated. Yeah, right.
“Let me ask you one thing, Bash.” There is some shuffling in the background as she shifts her position. “Whydid you apologize? Because you were an ass or because she’s blind?”
I open my mouth, ready to tell her exactly what I think, but no words come out.Shit.I try to come up with an answer, but my mind pulls out a blank.
“Does it even matter why?”
I apologized. It should be enough.
“Of course, it matters!” she lets out a groan. “Gosh, Bash, you’re a mega ass.”
A mega ass?
“What was I supposed to do?”
“No girl wants pity.”
“It wasn’t pi—” I shake my head. “You know what? I don’t even know why I thought this was a good idea.”
“Because you know I’m right. Just leave the poor girl alone.”
But that’s the problem.
I can’t.
She stirred something inside of me when I heard her play, something I haven’t felt in months,yearsif I’m being completely honest, and I couldn’t walk away from that, from her, any more than I could turn my back on the music.
