I can hold my heart in two
Interlude I
Heather remembered tears in Naya's eyes as they hugged – unscripted – and how Naya's voice cracked for only her to hear when she sung the lyrics against her ear.
She felt like an awful person for wishing that the sorrow meant something more, that she could dig deeper, and see once and for all if Naya truly felt the same kind of horrific pain. But then she remembered how she had seen Matt standing in the shadows, watching them all – and how his grin brightened when he shot his girlfriend a thumbs up immediately after the last notes died out (The final notes of the year). And she laughed thickly, burrowing her face into her pillow, remembering.
How Naya had shot her a smile from across the room and she had felt a fool's kind of hope blossom in her belly.
How Naya had nearly run into her boyfriend's arms and he held her tight, and reality had come to crush her from inside out again.
Her own arms ached in longing. She wrapped them around the pillow under her head, and willed herself not to cry.
But it hurts….
It hurts.
