"I love you too," I whisper and breath her in. She sniffles and finally pulls away from me. I kneel down beside my violin and open the case. I slowly slide the rosin along the bow and lift the violin to my shoulder. I take a deep breath and begin to play "River Flows in You" just as I heard it covered by Daniel Jang. I always thought he played it better than many other violinists, and apparently, so did Courtney. I heard her gasp and then I heard her shuffle around, but my playing never faltered- I was taught not to waver no matter the distraction. I played my heart out. It was if the playing finally got out all the hurt I've been trying to release over the years. It was if the playing finally served a purpose. I didn't hurt anymore. I was only happy- if only for a short while.
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Keeping the Bad Boy
Teen FictionCourtney Taylor is a normal fangirl that encounters the hottest-and meanest-boy there is. She loves her fictional, perfect boys but seems to find one in real life... but is he as perfect as he seems? Will his long, horrific past scare her away, or b...
