LANCE
Zander is looking at me with pain and disbelief.
“Just like that?” He asks. “And for what?”
“I want to be with you.”
“It’s that easy? You kiss me inside a bathroom and suddenly you realize I’m the one?”
At first, it did sound crazy, even in my head. It sounds even more ridiculous now that he’s said it out loud. Because yes, the truth is just that. I saw Zander again after almost a year, saw him with his guitar, and heard his song that told me it’s not over.
“I think we can make it work this time,” I say. “Your band’s back on its feet. I am more or less earning enough for myself and my father. I know you still love me. Your eyes… when you sang that night-”
He scoffs. “And what about Alex?”
“I tried talking to him. He’s been avoiding me for days now, even at work.”
“No, what a
