13. Alex Sebring
Chapter 13
Alex Sebring
I tap through her music account, thumbing a new playlist into existence. It feels stupid and sappy and also like the most important thing I’ll ever do. I don’t overthink the songs. I just pick the ones that remind me of her: slow, aching ballads; rough-edged rock; even the country tracks she claimed to hate but tapped her fingers to… or shimmied her hips in beat with when she thought I wasn’t looking.
When it comes time to name it, I hesitate. This isn’t just some random playlist. It’s a message. A lifeline. A reminder that wherever she is, I’m still here, still hers, still waiting.
I type the title— You Are My Everything, Magnolia —and hit save before I can second-guess it.
Not the most creative, not the most polished. But it’s the truth.
Maybe it’ll find its way to her heart, the way she’s carved herself into mine.
Maybe she’ll see it and know.
And if she doesn’t?
Well, my heart’s already breaking without her.
What’s a little more honesty about the wreckage?