Kelly
The words Crash is singing call to me. I know what they mean. I know what he's remembering and it guts me like a fish on a line.
Too young to know
Too young to bleed
Can't understand
You'll bring me to my knees.
Too young to know
Too young to bleed
Can't see 'round corners
To you and me.
Even Holly has stopped grinning. She keeps glancing at me like I might explode. Or dissolve. But she doesn't say anything, thank God, so I'm able to ignore her and pretend all my attention is on Crash.
The close-ups kill me. When I can see the scruff on his jaw. The sweat on his temple. The moment his eyes open after he's thrown himself into a note and nailed it, of course.
