Chapter Forty
He was just a man. Just a very, very, very attractive and popular man. And I had kissed him. A lot. Funny, when I was sixteen I imagined what it would be like to kiss Ashton Hyde. Never in my lifetime did I think it would actually happen — or feel so right. —Saylor
Saylor
The sweet smell of my mom’s pancakes woke me from my fitful sleep. When I opened my eyes, the clock on the bedside table confirmed that I’d totally slept in. Grumbling, I rolled over and threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. After eating my body weight in pancakes, I left her apartment and drove, as slow as humanly possible to the Home.
It was one of my Friday afternoons and as much as I didn’t want to face Gabe, I knew my mom was right. Besides, no way could I abandon everyone.
As luck would have it — no traffic.
Of course.
I don’t know what I expected when I pulled up to the Home, but everything seemed normal. As if a movie/pop star hadn’t just come out of hiding last night, as if Gabe and I were still friends.
As I got out of my car, I shivered. The air was thick with mist. The two security guards nodded at me and let me through.
Martha was at the front desk, a smile on her face. “Ah Saylor, how are you today?”
“Good.” I’d be lying if I said my eyes weren’t darting all over the place, looking for traces of Gabe.
“He’s already inside,” Martha answered, pulling my cell phone from my clenched hand. “And he’s waiting for you.”
I cleared my throat and suddenly found great interest in staring at the countertop. “Who?”
She laughed.
Was I that transparent?
Sighing, I walked, again, as slow as my legs would allow me while still moving, and opened the doors to the game room.
Greedily, I searched for Gabe.
But Gabe wasn’t who I found.
Because Gabe didn’t exist anymore.
My breath caught in my chest as Ashton freaking Hyde rose from his chair and moved toward me.
The only thing that was the same? The tattoos. No piercings. No dark hair.
He was wearing blue skinny jeans, brown boots, and a tight tan Henley that opened up revealing a few chest tattoos.
His hair was golden blond. The type you see on TV and swear isn’t real. The type that looks like dark spun gold.
“You came.” He sounded relieved.
“Yeah.” I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. Not now. Not knowing what he did to me, how he affected me. My heart might as well have been exposed for all to see — no doubt he heard it.
Gabe or Ashton, or whoever he was — I guess in my mind he was still Gabe — reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny bottle. It was the size of a keychain and made of glass.
“What’s this?”
Gabe smiled. That paired with his dark skin and bright eyes, I had to blink to keep my mouth from falling open. “Five tears. You’re right. How dare I cause more — when I don’t even fix the first ones that fell?”
Speechless I stared.
“A tear for a tear,” he whispered then shook the tiny bottle.
“You—”
“It was only fair.” His eyes fell to my mouth. “By my count that means I have three more to make up for. So you better prepare yourself.”
“Prepare myself?” I repeated, still in shock.
“Yeah.” He smiled again and started to walk away toward Princess. Then as if forgetting something, he turned and said simply, “I’m falling.”
“Huh?”
“I’m falling for you too. I haven’t fallen. Falling. As in still falling, still in the air, still trying to get used to the idea that I’ve just nosedived off a cliff with every intention of making sure the landing doesn’t break my fall.”
“And if it does?”
“Then at least I still jumped.”
My breath caught in my throat, my body responded to his words as if he’d physically picked me up and twirled me around the room and kissed me senseless.
“Alright, everyone, take your seats.” I clapped my hands four times.
They followed. Princess shouted. Normal. Everything felt normal.
“We’ve been at this over four weeks.” I looked around the room. “Last time we met, we worked on our own songs. Does anyone want to share?”
A few people volunteered. Each of them trying hard to sing the notes they’d colored on their papers. Even Princess shouted the notes Gabe had colored for her.
“Anyone else?” I looked around the room, most everyone was distracted by his or her own worksheet, looking at each other’s, whispering.
“I want to go,” Gabe’s voice pierced the air.
“Oh yes, Park!” Princess shouted. “Play a song! Play your song!”
Gabe’s smile was for her and only her as he bent over and kissed her forehead. I would have never recognized her. But it was Kimmy. Kimmy Paige. Eighteen-year-old starlet. I really honestly thought she’d died. She’d been in a coma for so long, the media had lost interest.
“Parker!” Princess shouted, excitement evident in her twinkling eyes as her gaze followed him to the piano bench.
The songs he sang. They were hers. Ashton had been famous for it. He would write love songs for her then upload them to YouTube. One time, he’d even filmed himself singing her to sleep.
Was it any wonder women everywhere about killed themselves when he disappeared?
Gabe sat at the piano looking like he’d been born there. His hands hovered over the keys. “A new song. For new beginnings.” He lifted his eyes just slightly and met my gaze. And then he began to play.
Transfixed, I watched him while he played — his eyes never left mine.
“How could I let a love go — one I’d been holding onto for so long — one that felt like home? It’s not easy to let go of the pieces, even though they’re the reason for my pain. I gripped them so hard that my blood fell like rain. But nothing, nothing could have prepared me for a new life with you — one I didn’t deserve, one I want to pursue.” He leaned over the piano, closing his eyes, as the music dipped. The song was both beautiful and haunting, his body was one with the piano, and in turn I felt like I was the piano. Like he was playing me, every stroke of the keys was him kissing my skin.
“If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You. It’s all for you.”
Gabe’s eyes opened and locked in on mine.
“How can I prove that what I feel is real? You ask for truth I give you lies. You ask for joy I make you cry. But I don’t want to lose you. Not like this. Not when I’ve left your heart in such a mess. Give me one chance — I’m letting go of the past — but I need you here to know.”
“If beauty is pain — let me get lost in it. If you’re my salvation — I want to earn it. If love is all I have to give — then let me give it. You, it’s all for you.” He paused, hitting the last few notes, and the song ended.
Gabe’s smile lit up the room.
But I was frozen in place.
Me. He’d sung that to me.
I wiped a stray tear from my eye as Gabe approached me yet again. Was the man trying to kill me? I mean, there was only so much a girl could take.
His eyebrows drew together as he reached out and touched my wet cheek.
“It’s okay.” I whispered. “You earned it.”
“I want more songs!” Princess shouted breaking our moment.
I’d forgotten there were people all around us. Feeling my face heat, I sighed and walked back to the front of the room. “Alright, today we’re going to work on adding to the songs we created last time. Use four different notes and I want you to add a chorus.”
I walked from table to table helping.
When I reached Princess and Gabe, she was sleeping, which was weird to say the least. She never slept. I was beginning to think tired wasn’t even a word in her vocabulary. Then again, recently, she’d been mentioning it more and more.
“Is she okay?” I asked, my eyebrows drawing together in concern.
Gabe looked up from his chair and sighed, shoulders hunched he said quietly, “The infection is getting worse.”
I pulled a chair next to him and sat, without realizing I’d done it. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. “She’s strong. It will be okay.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed back and smiled. “It really will.”