Chapter 113

Will

I was surrounded by clothes, costumes, makeup, and basically another version of Hell and yet I couldn't wipe the grin from my face.

She'd always had a beautiful voice, angelic, and it always pissed me off that she never shared it with the world, that acting was more important when she could have made a killing on Broadway. The only song she ever agreed to sing was Lighthouse the one song that when I recorded it for my own solo release...

She had been too busy getting high to lay down the tracks.

It had become a thing.

The tardiness.

Losing weight.

Losing interest.

Losing the light behind her eyes.

And I hated that she refused help as if nothing was wrong with what she was doing.

And I still didn't know why.

I knew there was pain there, I knew there was misery, but why self-destruct? Why not let the people you love help you?