I sit in my car, contemplating everything that just happened at the Bluebird. I grip the steering wheel tightly, unable to contain my aggravation. The crowd had clearly enjoyed the song but I hadn't been paying much attention to them. I had only focused on Rayna. I wanted her to understand, to feel everything I was feeling. I know she felt it but when I approached her, she continued to keep her distance.

My mind wanders and I think of her sitting at home with Teddy right now. The thought makes me sick. It should be me. She should be here. I should be the one holding her as she sleeps every night.

Damn, Deacon. Why are you so dumb?

I feel like a fool for hoping that there was still a chance because she had finally shown up to watch me perform. I feel like a damn fool because I can't seem to let her go. I've been trying to fight it but I can never break away from her. I take several calming breaths and put my car into gear. I head home for another quiet night alone, another night without Rayna.

When I pull up to the house, I'm surprised to see that Rayna is sitting on the porch waiting for me. I can hardly believe my eyes. I can't help thinking that this has to mean something. She came to watch me perform, she listened to my song, and now she is here waiting for me. Even though her presence gives me cause for hope, I am still doubtful. Perhaps she has only come to explain why we can't be together for the millionth time. Or maybe she just enjoys giving me hope and then ripping it away. I shake my head. There have been many times over the years that she has come so close and slipped away. It is like a dance that we have perfected over time. We both take a step towards each other and then she takes two steps back. That's how it has been ever since she married Teddy.

She looks up when she hears me approaching. I can't help but notice the way the moonlight shines in her hair. It makes her look even more beautiful than she normally does. I look into her eyes and I can tell that she feels conflicted.

"Hey," she says softly.

I sit down next to her on the step, accidentally brushing her hand in the process. I feel a shock run through my body. I miss touching her. I feel the familiar urge to wrap my arms around her but I restrain myself.

"Hey. You okay?" I ask her.

I hear her sigh. She looks down at her feet as she responds.

"No," she says quietly.

I look over at her and see a tear running down her face. My throat constricts with emotion. I hate to see her cry. I want to reach out to comfort her but I'm not sure if she will let me. I decide to take a chance. I reach out and rub her back soothingly. I'm relieved when she doesn't push my hand away. Instead, she seems to lean into my touch.

"What's wrong, Ray?" I inquire.

She hesitates a moment before answering.

"Everything is just so screwed up, Deacon. I don't know how I made such a mess of things," she replies.

I'm not sure if she is talking about her marriage or about us but I decide it is probably best if I don't know the answer to that anyways.

"Nah, Ray. You haven't made a mess at all. You're doin your best. You're doin what you think is right. That's all you can do," I say, trying to comfort her.

"That's just it, Deacon. Maybe my best isn't good enough. I mean, look at my marriage. I did my best to fix things with Teddy but it just keeps getting worse," she answers.

"Ray, listen to me. It's not your fault," I tell her firmly.

She pauses. I wonder what she is thinking about.

"Well, then, what about you? All I do is hurt you," she says.

I look over at her and see that she has turned towards me. She looks directly into my eyes. I feel myself getting lost in her.

"That's not on you, Ray. I messed things up a long time ago. If I hadn't made so many mistakes then everything would be different and you wouldn't have to hurt me," I reassure her.

Even though I wish she would've waited for me, I don't hold it against her.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I begin to wonder why she is here. Why didn't she go home after she left the Bluebird?

"I want to leave Teddy," she blurts out, breaking the silence.

It shocks me to hear her say it out loud. I had always hoped that she would leave him one day but I never truly expected it to become a reality.

"Really?" I ask stupidly.

I want to kick myself. I feel like an idiot for not responding with sympathetic words.

"I'm not happy. I haven't been happy in years," she replies. "You remember what I told you on the bridge that day?"

I remember but I remain silent.

"I would change everything," she supplies.

I wonder what this all means for me.

"You sure about that, Ray?" I ask.

She looks me directly in the eyes.

"Yes."