The Pact

18

Stevie walked into her dressing room and shut the door. She leaned her back against the door and slid down to her feet. Holy shit I forgot how good it feels to be out there. I've still got it. She smirked. Stevie looked down and grasped at the gold star necklace on her neck trying to catch her breath. I have to go talk to him. Stevie downed some liquid courage before showing herself at his door. As she drew closer to his dressing room she could hear him playing, singing.

So you face yesterday
Thinking on the days of old
And the price that we paid
For a love we couldn't hold
I let you slip away
There was nothing I could do...

Stevie's ear pressed against his door, each of his words like daggers to her heart. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Come on Stevie, pull it together. She sniffled and took a deep breath, holding it in, reaching her hand out to knock on his door.
"Who is it?" Lindsey's singing voice turned flat.
"Stevie. It's me Stevie."
"The doors unlocked."
Stevie let herself in. She stood in the doorway staring at the beautiful man. He was sitting shirtless on a chair clutching his guitar, his curly brown hair damp with sweat.
"I- uh- thank you... For this." Stevie looked down at her neck taking the star charm in her fingers.
"I can't believe you kept it after all this time." She said with a nervous laugh.
Lindsey put his hand over his neck grasping at his necklace.
"Wait, you still have yours too?"
"Why wouldn't I still have it Stevie? That necklace was the only thing I had left of you when you left me."
Stevie sighed and walked over to Lindsey putting her arm around his shoulder.
"You know, we've forgiven each other for how we acted in the past out of jealousy and anger, but we have so much shit we haven't worked through Lindsey. We never worked through the shit that led to the jealousy and anger. This shit hurts, it's deep, it's painful, and it's complicated. But it's never going to get better if we don't get it out in the open."
Lindsey at this point was still clutching onto his guitar, his grip got tighter as Stevie spoke. He looked up into her soft brown eyes that had always been his comfort. He sat his guitar down.
"I just want to be done hurting Stevie. I just want to get to the part where we're fucking happy. Where the feelings we have together on stage are the same feelings we have every time we work in the studio together, or tour together. We deserve to finally be happy. And it's so fucking hard."