“I may have said I don’t believe in love.”
“Violet!” she yells, shaking her head. “Why do you kill good moments? A gorgeous rockstar touches you, sings to you, and you dump on it with that! Woman, I ought to strangle you.”
“Well, I don’t know, it just came out. I know I don’t mean it, but he really hurt me and I just said what I thought in that moment. It was probably stupid. But then, he asked about Lillian...”
Her face drops. She grabs my arm. “What did you say?”
“I said she was dead, and I didn’t want to talk about it. Then he took me home.”
She squeezes, giving me a look. “I don’t think it would be that, but maybe he is feeling like you’re shutting down and is giving you some space. Just reach out, try and talk to him, flick him a text and see what happens.”
“I don’t know,” I exhale. “Maybe all of this is just a bad idea...”
“Do you want him in your life or not, that is as simple as it is.”
I meet her gaze. “Of course I do.”
“Then text him.”
“Alright, okay...” I grab my phone, glance at Reagan, and then send a message.
V - Hey rockstar.
“‘Rockstar’?” Reagan leans over my shoulder.
I laugh. “Trust me, he loves it.”
We wait ten minutes... fifteen... thirty. Panic claws at me.
“He’s not going to reply. I feel like an...”
My phone buzzes. Reagan practically trips over herself as she runs toward me.
T: Hey beautiful.
“Oh my God. I am so fucking jealous,” Reagan shrieks.
I steady my breath.
V - How have you been?
T: Really good, you?
V - I’m good. I’m sorry about how the other night ended. I shouldn’t have dropped that on you.
T - I get it, kid. It’s all good. I’ve been busy. I should have texted.
V - That’s okay.
T - Have you been sleeping well?
My heart swells. All my life I have been a terrible sleeper. Sometimes, he used to come through my window at night and sing to me until I fell asleep. The fact that he remembers that does silly things to me.
V - Mostly.
T - Mostly?
I dare to do something different, something wild, a little crazy.