Then I’m hurt?—
And we’re nothing we’re meant to be to this world
I love you more than words could say
Do you hear me?—
Do you know?—
When you hurt?—
I hurt?—
This song is amazing. I look to Saga, finding her with tears streaming down her face. She nods at Bishop as if to let him know she hears and understands his words.
“I don’t know how I let her get in my head,” Saga sobs.
“Oh, honey. You had a lot going on,” I say to my sister. “He’s just reminding you that he’s here for you and his love hasn’t gone away.”
“He’s not just speaking for himself,” Knight whispers in my ear.
I stiffen in his hold. I’m not ready to go there right now. I’m almost there, I’m healing and getting there, but I’m not there yet. I know I’m not.
* * *
Knight
I didn’t tell Rem that Bishop wrote that song after we had a talk about how I feel about Reminisce. It was his idea for us to be here when it was recorded. Yes, the song is partly for Saga, but it’s also about my feelings for Rem.
I get that she’s still not ready. However, I know it’s time I push a little more. I’ve been saying the words without saying them for weeks now.
“Do you know you look at her like she’s already naked and offering herself to you?” Prince says as he hands me a beer and sits next to me.
I look at him and pull a face. “Should you be worried about me? Don’t you have your own shit to focus on?” I shoot back.
He throws his hands up still holding his own beer in one. I roll my eyes and turn my attention back to Rem standing with Saga and Isha. She has her head thrown back as she laughs at something one of them has said.
I’m trying my best not to smother her, when all I want is to be over there with my arms wrapped around her. Our connection has grown, I can feel it. I’ve come so close to telling her I love her.
My fear is that the words will trigger her and I’ll lose her for good this time. It’s not a risk I’m ready to take. Not when I can feel us getting closer to where I want us to be.
“I meant to say thank you,” Prince says interrupting my thoughts again.
I turn to look at him. He looks tired. Like he’s been up painting for weeks.
Prince is much like Bishop when a muse hits. However, I can’t tell who the muse is this time. Although, I think I can take a guess at it. They both are.
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you need anything else,” I reply.
“I will. I owe you. Let me know how I can repay you.”
“We’re good. You’re my brother. You don’t owe me anything.”
“Nah, this time I do. Ask and I’ve got you.”
I nod. “Okay, if you insist. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“He’s going to do another album all about Saga, isn’t he?”