Zyron's Pov
The last sound from my guitar died in the big room, but the quiet that came was not a good type. It was sharp, and it hung heavy. Trixy had just left, but her not being here felt louder than any tune I could play.
I kept playing soft, like I was fixing the strings, but I was just trying to wait. The look in her eyes when she walked out—they shook like she was keeping something in—stuck in my head. Something in me hurt, a weird pain I couldn't put a name to.
"Hey," Savannah's voice cut into my thoughts. She was right there, her smile kind, her way calm. She sat next to me, her hand easy on mine on the guitar. "That was good, don't you think?"
I made my face smile, and nodded. "Yeah… maybe it was."
But I was not thinking about the tune. It was how Trixy had looked at me, like she was saying bye but with no words.
Savannah looked at me close. "You're quiet."
"I'm just tired," I said, not true.
