I follow behind, with Sasha trailing me. He pulls his notebook out from the shelf on the table beside the couch and flips through the pages.
“Maybe you should sit down,” he suggests, holding it close to him.
“Jace,” I laugh. “Give it here.”
He makes a face and reluctantly hands it over. I do sit down then.
My eyes scan the title and then I begin to read.
Broken Hearts
That day is haunting my sight
That was the worst day of my life.
I watched you leave,
Hoping you’d come back to me.
I needed you, but then you left.
If this is what a broken heart feels like,
If this is what living without you is like…
I’m not gonna let you go, oh,
I’m gonna hold on tight.
I know we can weather any storm if you, oh,
If you’d just believe.
Now times are getting tough,
And you think our love’s not enough.
But you’re so wrong, oh,
You’re so wrong.
If this is what a broken heart feels like,
If this is what living without you is like…
I’m not gonna let you go, oh,
I’m gonna hold on tight.
A tear drips off my chin and onto the paper. More follow and I wipe them away quickly.
“You hate it. It’s awful, I know.” He rips the notebook out of my hands and I look up at him, stunned.
“Jace,” I scold, “no. I love it.”
He closes the notebook and holds it at his side. “You do?”
I sniffle. “I really do. It may not have been the best time of our lives, but the words, the emotion, it’s beautiful. They’re going to want it.”