Maybe Once, Maybe Twice(97)
“Hey,” a voice said.
I brought my head up from between my legs, my heart jolting to find Garrett standing right below my face. There was too much chaos inside me to house space for regret. I should have felt like a monster for calling a man to come watch me cry—a man who I had told myself I had stopped loving, a man who was notably getting married in a few weeks. But sometimes, when you can’t see the forest through the trees, instead of looking for a way out you roll around in the mud.
“Thanks for coming,” I barely managed, as the sobs took over.
Garrett’s eyes widened, and he sat down next to me, pulling a strong arm over my shoulder.
“Come here,” he said, holding me close to his body.
He was wearing a suit and tie, and I realized that he had been in the middle of his workday when I called him. One voicemail, telling him that Cole Wyan had released my song, and he had dropped everything for me. His magnetic blue eyes tilted to the side, narrowed on my pain.
His jaw tightened and a vein pulsed at the side of his neck.
“Cole can do this—just release your song? Legally?”
“Yeah.”
I stared down at my phone, seeing a text from Asher come across my screen. There, in the harsh light of day, was a link to my Spotify song, “Let’s Lie.”
Proud of you, and also…sort of confused. Call me when you have time to chat.
My stomach dropped, guilt and shame swirling like a tornado inside. Guilt that I was sitting here with another man. Pain that I was keeping this from Asher. Shame that this had happened to me. Claws felt like they were inside my throat, and shaking, I turned my phone upside down on my lap, with my hand pressed on the nausea growing in my stomach.
“Maggie, you’re going to figure this out,” Garrett said, leaning forward to meet my eyes.
“How? The song. The recording. It’s just—it’s out there for the world to hear. And it could destroy all that comes next.”
“Have you listened to it yet?”
I shook my head. My insides were burning with an unknown terror. Terror that I knew wouldn’t leave my body until I pressed play. I couldn’t escape my own past, even if I tried.
“Do you want me to listen to it with you?” he asked.
I nodded wordlessly but didn’t move my fingers.
He took out his phone from his pocket, and I put my hand on his wrist, stopping him. I needed to figure out a way to take back this song, and it didn’t start with another person playing it for me. If I could press play on my own hard work, in spite of the monster who stood behind it, then it would be the first step in walking out of the woods. That much I knew.
I brought the heat of my phone up to my face with a sharp inhale, seeing my song right there in front of me, plain as day, on Spotify. And then, my finger shaking, I pressed play, and “Let’s Lie” swelled in the air for the first time in five years, and for the very first time in front of the man I wrote it for.
Brush stroke, blank slate
Our time is due
Right there, right now, burning red and deep blue
I couldn’t look at Garrett, not at all. Instead, I had my head down on my phone, clenching my entire body.
Paint me anew, inside this room
Don’t wipe our slates clean
I quite like this hue
Let’s lie, me and you, like new lovers do
I exhaled a relief, my eyes brimming with tears as the tambourine sounded. There was no gunshot. Tears swelled in my throat with the reality that Cole had kept my song the way I wanted it. The monster recognized that my creative version was worthy, and it was complicated and hellish to feel thankful in this moment for the very man who was trying to steal my moment.
Silk shirt, sweat-soaked
Dancing with you
Right there, right now, our bodies unglued
Paint me anew, inside this room
Don’t wipe our slates clean
I quite like this hue
Let’s lie, me and you, like new lovers do
Your lips, my throat
Don’t think it through
Right there, right now holding me like a muse Paint me anew, inside this room
Don’t wipe our slates clean
I quite like this hue
Let’s lie, me and you, like new lovers do
Is loving you more worth the fight
Don’t answer tonight
You’re a big-picture guy scared of a varnished lifetime Are we worth the fight
Don’t answer tonight
Are we worth the fight
Tell me a lie painted white
Just for tonight
Just for tonight
I swallowed hard, daring my eyes to find Garrett, a quick glance to see if he knew who this song was about. His eyes widened around the lyrics as he stared straight ahead. His lips slightly parted, and my heart beat faster. He knew.
Paint me anew, inside my room Don’t wipe our slates clean
Our bodies in bloom
Let’s lie to ourselves like new lovers do
The airy reverb faded into silence. Garrett sat frozen, staring at the bottom of the spiral staircase, refusing to move. He looked up, slowly letting his eyes narrow onto mine.
“It’s beautiful, Maggie. Is that song…?” He trailed off.
The possibility of the answer was so stifling, that he couldn’t even finish asking the question. He stared at me, waiting as I studied his piercing eyes, his shifting jaw.