𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
As the final notes of the song faded, I placed a kiss on Anna's head. It was a desperate kiss. A plea that whatever was going to happen tonight would not ruin us both.
The music stopped, and I stilled. I wasn't ready for it to end. I wanted more. But this was all I could allow myself.
When I let go of her and stepped back, she wiped her cheeks dry, and my chest wanted to crack wide open.
"I can't promise your life will be better. I can't promise you won't ever get hurt again. But I can promise Zoloft will never have the honor of touching you ever again."
A whimper left her lips, and I took that as my cue to leave. To walk away.
As I reached the door, I stilled when I heard her quivering voice.
"Thank you."
I held my breath for a moment then walked out, leaving her behind.
No matter what happened tonight, at least I had given her this. Music. A memory. Comfort.
