The pain is so sharp I think I might faint.
I’m still rummaging when I sense someone behind me.
I know instantly who it is. It’s like a wind of blissful energy that makes me dizzy.
I spin around fast.
Snow.
But his face doesn’t look like the calm, steady expression I’m used to. This time, there’s a shadow of grief that clings to his whole aura, mirroring my own.
I just stare at him, and all I want is to run to him and merge myself with him and forget about the world, but… he doesn’t say a word.
I hope in vain he’ll make everything right again, repair it, save us, save me… But instead, his gaze drifts slowly to the open cupboard.
"Are you looking for painkillers?" he asks, his voice low and deep. Beautiful. Sexy. Why? How dare he be so effortlessly hot when I'm suffering?
My dick throbs.
My tears are threatening to show up.
What a mix.
Still, I nod.
That grief lingers in his features. Slowly, he slips a hand into his pocket and pulls out his harmonica.
He lifts it to his lips and starts to play a soft, soothing melody.
The moment it begins, I feel the pulsing ache in my head start to ease.
I close my eyes and let the music wash through me, seeping into every part of my body.
Oh my goodness, how blissful it feels…
We stand like that for a few minutes, facing each other, as he heals me with his music.
Eventually, the headache fades completely.
My head clears.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze.
I want to thank him, but the hurt and despair twist inside me and stop the words. I can’t forgive him for destroying our chance at something… perfect.
For fuck’s sake, couldn’t he have skipped that one last hookup?
And he, of all people?
He’s supposed to be a better seer than my own brother, Moon. Never once being wrong.
So what the hell was that about?
Was Theo that good of a fuck that he just could not deny him?
Drowning in bitterness and grief, I spin on my heel and run out of the kitchen back to my room.
I feel sick because I miss Snow like crazy, but I’m also too devastated: he had to know how much it wouldhurtme. And he did it anyway, bastard!
