The name and face plastered over music blogs

ng into a triumphant smirk. The shirt was a symbol, a fl

et her see the crack she was putting in m

r voice a sweet poison. "You're a sad, forgotten song. A o

had about myself. After she left, the strength drained out of me. I collapsed o

ark and quiet. He found me still on

question was perfunctory

day," I admitted

one," he said, dismissing my vuln

ow, the loneliness was a physical weight, pressing down on me. I looked

I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a de

my hip hitting the sharp corner of the coffe

e yelled, his face

, my eyes burning

tonight. In our bed. If you don't, I'll call the senior partner at your firm. I'll

stranger in our own home, a woman he no longer recognized. He didn't say a word.

s there. For the first time in years, I didn't feel complet

was cold. Downstairs, a man in a sharp suit was

ought, eager to appease his social-climbing parents who saw me as