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The Princess and the Musician
Oh, he fell for her hard on a summer day just like this.
How many times could Aaron tell Cassandra that he loved her? It didn’t seem like there would ever be a point when he could stop loving her. He felt like a damn cliche, it was true, but it was better than trying to figure out how to live with the person-shaped hole of her in his heart.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as they got into the car for a drive downtown. He tapped his fingertips lightly along the steering wheel to calm himself while her gaze scrutinized him.
When he finally did look up, she saw his eyes were fraught as if there were storm clouds on the horizon. All she could do at that point was wait it out or run her fingers across his skin, her nails pressing ever so slightly to create half-moon shapes on his flesh. The pain would help ground him in the moment. It was a necessary evil.
“I’m thinking I’m losing you,” he whispered. “You don’t talk to me anymore, and I’m a goddamn mess.”
Cassandra made a soft cooing sound before she leaned across the console to wrap her arms around his neck. Thankfully, he let her, and he settled into her embrace as if he had always belonged there, his head resting against the place where her heart beat in sway with the storm of her emotions.
