Lovely Trigger(77)

Can’t you do that for me, sweetheart? Isn’t there enough of you left?





I’d told him that exact thing once. I’d had no clue he’d remembered it; he’d been so high when I’d said it to him.

“What did you think?” he asked gently, after the concert was done, the theatre emptied.

I’d just been sitting there, still and silent, while everyone else had filed out.

“That last part didn’t even rhyme,” I told him through my tears.

He laughed, tugging me out of my chair and into his chest. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, face buried in my hair.

I didn’t know what I was.

All out of escape routes, my twisted brain told me.

Conquered, my traitorous, white flag waving heart told me, but it didn’t get a vote, since it had always, always been on his side.

“I take it you have a hand in the lyrics now?” I asked, trying to brazen through my shaky voice. “Unless Kenny wrote that and if he did, that’s really awkward.”

“Oh, you thought that song was about me and you?”

I punched him in the arm, and he laughed harder, and held me tighter.

“Yeah, I’ve taken up songwriting, though Kenny still writes the bulk of them.”

We stood there for a long time in silence before I looked up at him and spoke, “I’m so proud of you. You were always so talented. It is a daunting thing to stare into potential like that and try to do it justice. You have.”

His expression tightened, and he buried his face in my neck.

That had gotten to him.

I patted his back soothingly.

“My only criticism is that you didn’t take off your shirt,” I told him to lighten his mood. “That used to be my favorite part of every show.”

It startled a laugh out of him. “Did I really used to take my shirt off at every show?” he asked, like he couldn’t remember.

That made my chest tight, thinking about all of the memories he’d lost. “Close enough,” I said lightly.

Looking up at him, seeing the way he looked back, I started to just freak.

I took two steps back away from him.

I’d tried to lock my feelings away in some corner of my heart and mind.

I hadn’t forgotten about them, had never failed to realize they were there, but I’d convinced myself that if I could just keep myself from looking directly at them, they would hold no sway over me.

But now, now they were creeping up on my peripheral, becoming brighter, more clear, with each passing breath, until the urge to look, the pull of it, consumed more of my thoughts than just looking would, I was sure.

Even when I’d known better, I’d just decided that those feelings could be put off. But how long could a thing like this be put off?

I was shaking, head to toe.

Slowly but inexorably, I was coming undone.

I couldn’t hold it together. Not for another day. Not for another minute.

It was happening. In spite of how I fought it, some steady unraveling was happening inside of me, had been happening. It was nearing its finish, and I was not prepared.

Tristan moved to put his hands on my shoulders, but I warded him off with both of mine.

“Oh Danika,” he said softly.

I started shaking my head vehemently.

“Tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

I closed my eyes, my face crumbling.

“Oh sweetheart,” he said, softer now, closer now.

“I feel so lost.”

He took my hands in his. “Not anymore. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“There is this hollow place inside of me, where my faith in you used to be. I am so full of fear, and I do not know how to let myself trust you again. I don’t have the strength to do this. Not again.”

“I’ve got enough for both of us.” He moved closer, wrapping me in his arms. “It’s about time I got a turn letting you lean on me.”

He’d set me adrift, so very long ago, and I had wandered into deepest waters, with depths far too vast for me to navigate alone.

And here he was, swimming out to save me. Had he been following me all the while? Had I been so blind?

Still, even knowing he was rescuing me, some part of me had to fight him. “What are you doing to me? Don’t you know I can’t take this, Tristan?”

He groaned and pulled me even closer. “You can. You don’t think you can trust me again, and I understand that, but you need to learn. However long it takes, you need to learn that being with me won’t turn out the way it did before. I won’t let it.”

I shook my head, but he was kissing my jaw, my neck, behind my ear, and I didn’t stop him. “You don’t seem to understand, Tristan. I don’t think it will turn out how it did before, because all of the damage has already been done. There’s not enough left of me to break this time.”

“No, you’re wrong.”

Of course he couldn’t know what I was referring to, because I hadn’t told him, hadn’t built up the stomach for it yet.

Even now, when every single defense of mine was disarmed, I couldn’t find the courage to tell him.

“And I won’t be doing any breaking,” he continued vehemently, “I swear it.”