Page 300 of Breaking the Rules
Chapter Forty-Two
Emma
For a long time, Hunter holds me.
The room fills with baby making R&B jams.
With his steady breath.
And my shaky exhale.
I keep my back to him. Keep my arms around my chest. Keep my eyes on the wall.
I still remember staring at theBreathlessposter on his wall.
At reading the credits again and again.
Trying to make time go faster.
To make it stop.
It didn't help.
Only scarred me from ever watchingBreathless.
Not that it really appealed to me.
Thankfully, my brother prefers action movies to new wave. For all his pretension about music, the guy has low standards when it comes to film.
Even Kaylee rarely dabbles in foreign cinema.
I'm never in danger of entering our place and coming face-to-face with a reminder. Not on the TV, at least.
It's there every time I look at my wrists.
Or a pastel pink lingerie set.
Or a glass of vodka.
Hell, sometimes it's there for no reason.
My mind is playing tricks on me. Out to get me. Impossibly against me.
The playlist ends.
Hunter slips out of bed. Goes to my desk. Picks up my cell. "You mind?"
"No."
"You want silence or music?"
"Music."
"Something you love?"
"Okay."
A moment later, a familiar song fills the room. The first one on my emo playlist.
