The Music or the Misery (Book 2)

We Are The Things Love Destroys

                    

Three Years Later...

I was never really sure if I'd make it this far. I always assumed I'd come across a challenge too tough or an assignment that would defeat me. It just never seemed to happen and three years later here I am. With a friggin degree in Musical Therapy!

Don't get me wrong, there were many times that I wanted to give up. Many times I broke down in fits of frustration and anger. I got through it though, with a little bit of help from Patrick. He made me take a step back and helped me relax until I realised that nothing was too big for me to conquer. He's my support mechanism.

There's been some tours I couldn't go on and some I could. When I did go, Patrick kept up his tradition of handing me notes in the middle of the concert every night. Each one of them making my heart swell. I told him that he didn't have to keep doing it, assuming that one day he'd run out of things to say. Although he ensured me he never would run out of words for me. So far he's kept true to his word. If I can't go on tour, he still makes sure I hear whatever he would have written in a note. He calls or texts, making me miss him even more.

Patrick has had his crazy moments too. Being in a rock band that just seems to get more popular everyday isn't easy. He loves it of course but I tend to notice when it's all getting too much for him. I can't always be with him when he's stressed and receiving desperate phone calls from foreign countries is definitely hard. I think it's just as hard for him when I get emotional and cry down the phone. It's a little pathetic but sometimes I just want to be in his arms and nowhere else.

In the end though, it's worth it because the time we do have together is special. When we see each other again, it's always needy. I thought over the years we would be able to control our desire for each other better but it still only takes one look and I want him. My love only grows and even when we're arguing, I'm still thinking of ways to show him just how much I care.

It's my graduation day and I'm not really sure if he's going to make it. He promised he would, telling me that he wouldn't miss it for the world. Except I haven't seen him anywhere. I'll understand if he can't come but I'd much prefer it if he did. After all, I wouldn't be here without him.

I try not to think about the fact that most people have their parents at their gradation and I don't have any of mine. It only hurts a little bit but considering my father and I don't really get along any better than we used to it's for the best.

At least I have my friends. We all made it. Sophie and Ollie have stayed together through the years and as I currently stand chatting with them, I can't deny that they're pretty much meant to be together. We're all dressed in our gowns and caps, including Riddly who stands at my side. She glances at me, smiling brightly.

Things have changed for her in the last three years. Her and Pete dated for about a year before they called it quits. She confessed to me one night, that she just couldn't handle all the time she had to spend alone. She fell for him but with the growing success of the band, Pete couldn't be with her as much as he would have liked. I think it hit them both pretty hard. Patrick told me that Pete wasn't coping well and when I did see him, I saw the exact same depressed look on his face that Riddly had. I've tried my best to be there for her, just like she was there for me. There were many nights that she cried but she pulled herself together pretty fast. I like to think that I helped her feel better and over time her smile has gotten brighter again. I'm not sure if she's completely moved on. I can't lie and say that I'm still not rooting for them to get back together. I just want her to be happy.

I smile back at her, feeling really proud of all of us. We chat for a while longer, until I feel a soft tap on my shoulder.

Turning, my eyes land on the one person I really want to see. Patrick smiles at me and butterflies fill my stomach just like always. I haven't seen him in two weeks and he's definitely a sight for sore eyes. I thought that maybe this feeling would go away or lessen over time but I was wrong, he still makes my heart rate quicken.