Trixy's pov
I'm sitting on a bench not far from the cafeteria here at Austen University. I looked up and saw a beautiful blue sky, very peaceful.From where I was sitting, I could smell the fresh coffee in the cafeteria. There were students chatting, playing football in the football yard. But me still here sitting alone with my notebook trying to write a song.
Pen suspended over the page, half-finished line scrawled at the top, I sat with my notebook open on my lap. My guitar case sat next to the bench leg, but I lacked the courage to open it. My fingers would not move; the tune was hauntingly lovely but in my head.
My thoughts instead kept circling back to earlier events.
Zyrons voice, stable but shaking with something more profound, his guitar chords vibrating in the room. The roses. The Confession. The manner the whole space appeared to hold its breath.
And the method I rejected him.
