Chapter 10 Erik
Chapter ten
Erik
My head snaps up, searching for where the melancholy is pouring from. As much as I need to know who’s playing, I need to capture it first.
I pat my pockets frantically, find my phone in my back pocket, and pull it out to hit record.
Dead.
I close my eyes and open my arms, letting the feeling wash over me.
Lyrics swirl in my head as I’m consumed. I don’t notice when the violin stops. I’m too busy repeating the words, reshaping them as they settle.
Remy returns. I grab his phone straight out of his hand. He’d been texting, the screen still unlocked.
I voice-text myself immediately.
Standing surrounded by people, yet no one will give me the time.
I’ve tried to speak for hours. I feel dead inside.
Why does no one hear my story?
People speak of angels. I have yet to see one.
I need truth in my story.
Maybe I will become one.