Текст книги "Rock"

Автор книги: Anyta Sunday

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sleep.

I crawl out of bed and pull on a pair of boxers that were puddled on the floor from earlier, when

Jace grabbed me tightly and kissed me deeply. Afraid.

Afraid that I might not be there when he wakes up. Don’t leave me, he whispered. Just as he had the

night before his mum passed.

Three years ago now.

I walk the hall of our modest flat, opening to a living room that’s dimly lit. Jace is at the piano

playing his mum’s melodies. I slide on the stool next to him and revel in the music vibrating around us.

A prayer. Or perhaps, a conversation. Jace telling his mum about the things she missed this year: his

first teaching job at Newtown High, my earning a doctorate in geology, us traveling to Stonehenge again

like we did the first year after she passed.

The music grows softer. Gentle notes linger even after Jace has stopped.

He wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “Hey, beautiful. Sorry I woke you.”

“Sorry I fell asleep.”

The opal Jace gave me is set into a wristband, and it glows against my skin. I fiddle with it now as I

think of something comforting to say to my man.

Jace smiles as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He touches the opal, rubbing his thumb over

it.

“My favorite rock,” I say.

“I know.”

I shake my head, taking his hand and balling his fingers into a fist. I hold his fist tightly, like I did

once a long time ago. I whisper, “Not the opal. You.”

~ THE END ~