Page 91 of An Imperfect Truth


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The hue of the lake

The sky, when it wakes

Each twilight as it falls

You’re perfect in your all

My Beautiful Blue

Mi hermosa Azul

I live for the color of you

An ocean of vastness

A velvet blue canvas

The hint of sunrise

You make me come alive

My beautiful Blue

Mi hermosa Azul

I live for the color of you

An indigo dream

A soft, moving stream

I fell from the start

Now I give you my heart

My beautiful Blue

Mi hermosa Azul

I live for the color of you

Love all the wonders . . . and colors of . . . Bluuue.

When the last note fades, silence takes its place on a held breath. His eyes slowly open, finding mine with such tenderness that my chest aches.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper, my voice merely a breath. “I can’t believe you wrote a song for me.”

He sets the guitar down, leaning closer. His fingers brush my cheek as gently as the lyrics echoing in my mind. “Mi hermosa Azul, my beautiful Blue, you inspire me. Getting to know you, to experience you, has been one of the greatest gifts of my life. I love you, Lexie.”

My heart swells so full it feels like it might burst. But alongside the rush of joy comes something grimmer—the dark undercurrents of secrecy and evasion. My happiness is blocked by a hidden truth.

Alexandra Townsen.

The name hovers over me like a black cloud. With Chaz’s love laid bare, my secret feels monstrous, like an immovable tree trunk has fallen across my chest.

I open my mouth, but the words are trapped. I can’t say them. Not now. Not after the depth of what he’s just given me.

But if I don’t, every moment that comes after will only magnify my betrayal. The longer I let the truth stay silent, the bigger the explosion will be when it finally comes out. He’ll blame me for letting him fall in love with a lie.