Life's Lyrics

Chapter Four

Friday, October 25

103 days until the release day of the album.

Number of songs written: 0

"It's beautiful!" Lyla gushes, staring at the ring on my left hand. The last half hour Lyla has been asking questions about how he did it and she has already started planning. It is a bit overwhelming to think about it so I choose not to. "This will give you heaps of inspiration for your album, right Blair?" Lyla says shaking her gaze from my ring. But will it?
"Yeah," I say, shrugging. I turn to the magazines strewn over the floor, my gaze stops on a simple yet beautiful wedding dress. I circle it with my pen, and tell myself that I will show Sebastian.
"Oh and B, about dinner last night? All those bruises?" She whispers, her excitement vanishing.
I chuckle, "I hope you haven't been worrying about that all night. It was nothing, merely a slip of the hand."
"But the bruises," She repeats.
"I broke my wrist a few months back; it's still healing, so of course there is bruises," I say calmly, which seems to make her believe me.
"That makes sense," She says, laughing as if she couldn't remember why she was worried about it, "Now back to the wedding! I'm the maid of honour right?" She grins.
I sigh to myself, realising I have been let of the hook and she didn't see straight through my lie, "Of course you are, why would you even ask."

"Already?" a laughing voice sounds from the doorway.
"Spencer, a wedding involves a lot of planning. Why not start now," Lyla says, rolling her eyes at her brother.
He shakes his head, and turns to me, "Well if B has a moment I'd like to steal her away." I rise from the floor, thankful for an escape from weddings.

We walk down the hall, and I can feel it coming, but this time it doesn't feel as though he will let it go as easily as Lyla did. "Blair," Spencer turns to face me, concern evident in his eyes. I avoid eye contact, hoping that if he doesn't look into my eyes he won't be able to read my soul. "Something's wrong," he states as I clutch my wrist. His eyes drop to my wrist and then he takes it in his hand. "I know it. I won't push you. I promise, but Blair I can keep a secret." I glance around the room and my eyes stop on a guitar.
"So can I," I say glancing up at him, before tugging him towards the guitar. I sit down at my piano and watch him stare blankly at the guitar that used to be his second hand. I understand in that moment that I don't know him as well as I used to, and I make a promise to myself that I will make that change. I start to rise when he begins to talk, and I slowly take my seat again.
"We were coming back from a party," Spencer begins telling me, I reach out and hold his hand to encourage him to tell me more. "It was my mate driving, and my girlfriend and I in the back. I-I was playing my guitar. We were dr-runk," his voice shakes, "Sh-she had moved into the middle to lean on me, I was playing so loudly, and we crashed." He shuts his eyes and shakes his head. "The most disturbing thing was that when her body flew through the windshield, so did my guitar. It landed on her too. When she died it was like my guitar was supposed to as well." A tear streaks his face; I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, brushing his tears away. "If I wasn't playing then we wouldn't have crashed and I wouldn't have killed my girlfriend."
"It was not your fault. You did not kill her," He shakes his head at me but says nothing. We stayed that way for a long time and finally when he pulled away a slight smile on his face, he spoke. "And you?" He asked, his eyes burning into my soul. "Me what," I ask stepping backwards.
"Your secret," He whispers, as if he is afraid to scare me away. I keep stepping back my eyes wide, shaking my head at him. "B..." He looks sadly at me. "I never said I had a secret," I say my voice wobbling, and even I don't believe myself. He looks at me as if to ask, why. "No," I say before turning around and running out of the room. No. No. No. I crouch down in the hall corner. "I want to tell you... but I can't," I whisper to myself.

I find Sebastian down the hall once I find the courage to move from the corner I was hiding in. He talks my hand and pulls me into a nearby room.
"I know you try your hardest to make the best music for the world, but I feel you need to try harder," He cautioned, both of us knew that my music wasn't what he was talking about. I feel the pressure of his grip on my hand grow tighter, "Do not make another mistake," He drops my hand and walks away.

Heya guys sorry about the sad chapter! The next chapter is something some of you might have already guessed. It's going to be short and sweet. Actually no. Short and sour.

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