My Alluring Indiscretion

Chpater 21- His Story

Playlist for this chapter:

'Call On Me' by Starley

'Safe And Sound' by Taylor Swift feat The Civil Wars

'Hold My Hand' by Jess Glynne

'Locked Away' by R. City feat Adam Levine

'I Got You' by Bebe Rexha

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Emma's POV

I throw the pencil against the stupid notebook. This was getting extremely hard. Why wasn't I able to formulate a single word?! I couldn't write, even after hours of playing. My fingertips were chipped now, the skin rough and dry with the intensity of pressing skin against steel and yet I couldn't come up with anything substantial. All my songs were stored in my mind but it still wouldn't hurt to have them physically in front of me rather than trying to access them from memory. If only I could go home and pack properly. I had so many possessions, precious mementoes left behind it physically hurt me to think about it.

Having had enough of it I head out for a stroll. The fresh breeze flows through my hair and even though it's chilly, somehow I feel warm just taking in the atmosphere of Central Park. Feeling lighter with every passing second. I feel a pang of jealousy when I look at the little girl ahead of me. Her father is buying her cotton candy just like how my father used too. Key word being 'used' too.

The man sit's next to his wife as they gaze at one another adoringly and I'm just sitting here alone on a cold bench. It's hurts knowing I don't have that. The simple pleasures of life, Of love.

"That's stalking." I look up, but not before the sun hits my eyes. I squint, covering them with the back of my hand in reflex. Leo is standing looking down at me and then he takes a seat next to me. I shift in order to keep some much needed distance between us.

"I prefer the term observing." I smile looking back at the small girl. "Will it go away?" I ask after a moment of silence.

"What will?"

"The emptiness." I turn to him before looking away again. "No matter what I do, I can't feel whole." He doesn't reply and we continue to sit without talking.

"How long have you played music?"

"Since I can remember. It's the one thing that always felt mine. At home when I couldn't breathe, when I was literally suffocating but no one, not even my own mother would notice, music brought me out of it. Gave me strength." Leo nodded, his eyes destitute with encumbrance.

"Here. The chip's been destroyed but you must have important things in there. I don't know why I didn't just give it to you before." I frown, gazing down the length of his extended arm. My phone. Among all the hustle and formality I don't know why I didn't think about asking for it. I take my phone out of his hand, feeling a cloud of relief burst in my chest. I had been afraid my memories would eventually fade but with my phone as insurance I could rest easy.

"Phoenix Renc isn't going to be invested in you any longer."

"Why?"

"He received his money. He's done with you." Another explosion of relief. Goodness, how bizarre had my life become. This was a good thing, but I couldn't help think...

"So I guess we don't have a reason to be in each other's lives anymore, do we? With Phoenix out of the picture and my parents sufficiently left behind, our agreement is over." Leo simply nods. My heart sinks. This is for the best I convince myself. We had no label, no name for this relationship and yet we were becoming saturated in each other. Separation was the only rational option.