𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | nicholas chavez

7.

halley's comet - billie eilish

i sit at the piano, fingers still resting on the keys, my heart heavy from everything that just happened. the song i wrote feels like it took every piece of me. i close my eyes, trying to shut out the thoughts that won't leave me alone—the fight with nick, the lies, grace's statement. it's all too much.

my phone buzzes on the bench beside me, pulling me out of my thoughts. i glance at the screen and see blake's name. he texted me earlier, checking in, asking if i wanted to hang out. i didn't respond, too wrapped up in everything, but now... now i kind of want to talk to someone. i pick it up and reply.

hey, still up for hanging out?

it takes less than a minute for him to respond.

of course. want me to come by?

i hesitate for a second before typing back.

yeah, that'd be great.

i put my phone down and get up from the piano, trying to shake off the heaviness that's been sitting in my chest. maybe some time with blake will help. it's been a rough week, and i don't know what else to do but keep moving forward, keep trying to distract myself.

about twenty minutes later, there's a knock on the door. i open it to find blake standing there, a small smile on his face, holding two iced coffees. "figured you might need this," he says, handing one to me.

i take it, managing a weak smile. "thanks."

he steps inside, glancing around the apartment. "so... you okay?"

i shrug, closing the door behind him. "not really."

"want to talk about it?"

i sigh, leading him to the couch. we sit down, and i take a sip of the coffee, the coldness hitting me in a way that wakes me up just a little. "it's nick," i say quietly. "we fought... again. and grace put out this stupid statement about them."

blake's brows furrow, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "what kind of statement?"

i swallow, the words feeling heavy in my throat. "she said they slept together. that he... he initiated it."

his eyes widen, and for a moment, i see the anger flash in them. but he doesn't say anything right away. instead, he takes a deep breath and says, "do you believe her?"

i look down at my coffee, swirling the ice around with the straw. "i don't know. part of me thinks she's lying, but then... i don't know, blake. it's like, even if she is lying, the fact that we're even here, talking about this, means something's not right."

he nods, like he understands exactly what i'm saying. "yeah. i get that."

we sit in silence for a few moments, the weight of everything pressing down on me. i feel like i should say something else, but i don't know what. i just... i don't know how to explain this mess. i'm tired of feeling hurt, tired of feeling like i'm always the one trying to hold things together.

blake breaks the silence first. "do you want to get out of here for a bit? maybe take your mind off things?"

i glance at him, surprised. "you mean, like, leave?"

he shrugs. "we could go grab something to eat, maybe walk around for a bit. it doesn't have to be anything big, just... something different, you know?"

i think about it for a second, then nod. "yeah. that sounds good."

we stand up, and i grab my jacket from the hook by the door. as we head out, i can't help but feel a tiny bit lighter, like maybe spending time with blake is exactly what i need right now.