Chapter 101

“You won’t be able to play the violin,” he said suddenly.

“I’m out for at least a year.”

Jayden took a breath. “I want you to stop playing.”

“I just said…”

“No, I mean…permanently. I mean, never take it up again,” Jayden barrelled on. He slid his thumb over the wasted fingers and squeezed as gently as possible. “I know it’s not the violin causing your…your illness, but it makes you worse. You know how I know you’re having a bad day sometimes? Because I come to The Brightside and you’re playing Vivaldi. You only ever play Vivaldi when you’re hurting and you’re miserable and I hate it because you’re not even letting off steam. You’re even more upset when you’re finished playing than when you started, and I…I hate it, Darren, I hate your violin. I hate your constant practice and I hate that you hate it, and I fucking hate Vivaldi.”