TEARY REUNION.

MAHINA.

I stomp out of the building the flutter in my ears telling me Nyx isn’t far behind. Heart in throat I head towards my dorm, finally allowing thoughts of my beautiful boy to invade my mind. How was he? Did he think I had left him? Would he be mad again?

The last time we went on tour Blue had refused to talk or even acknowledge me for a whole week. I had spent half that week drowning my sorrows in Ryder’s bar; serenading everyone with awful versions of my favourite songs, and the other half moping around the house stalking Blue while he went on about his activities like I wasn’t even a blip on his radar.

Mama finally had enough and dragged me out of Ryder’s by my ears; most of the patrons were happy to see me leave, there’s only so much of a drunk girl singing about spring days, and loving herself they could take.