Forty-One
The concert lights dimmed, turning the entire stadium black; the crowd roared in a final goodbye. Freya had danced her way through the rockier songs, and tears ran down her cheeks through the sadder ones. There’d been no way Max hadn’t noticed. And still, this night was so much more than expected.
At one point, she’d bumped her hip into him, attempting to get him to dance along with her. He hadn’t, but his burst of laughter and the connection of his stare made her heart near explode, igniting an awareness of just how much she’d missed him.
But I broke his heart. Why is he even here?
The house lights came on, the sudden brightness breaking the concert’s spell. She cleared her throat and turned to pick up her bag from her seat, not quite ready to make eye contact with Max again
