okay.”
“All right, I’ll be there in about five minutes.”
I wasn’t sure if the idea of his presence made me feel better or worse at that moment. I really did want to see him, but I didn’t know for what reason. I was still a little upset with him over the last time I saw him, but what I didn’t want t o admit was that his lack of communication with me since then hurt even more. I knew that was silly though, being that it was my own fault for that, so I really didn’t know what I expect ed .
It was odd seeing him again. His mood was somber, my mood was somber, and the fact that we had a bunch of personal crap going on between us at the same time made it uncomfortable.
As he entered , he glanced around the house at all the flowers and said, “Wow, makes it look different in here.”
I shut the door and replied, “Yeah, I wish it actually h ad the power to turn the house into something happier.”
He slightly nodded as he looked at me for a few seconds. It was hard to face him so I walked past him and mo tioned to sit on the couch. H e followed my lead and shared the same couch , but a space apart .
“I’m sorry, Taryn. I really am. And I don’t even know what to say, to be honest with you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t know what to say either. And I understand it’s uncomfortable for people to be here.”
“ Well…h as Zack been, you know, around?”
“Yeah, he has. Unfortunately for him,” I frowned.
“But he’s been there for you, right?”
“Yes, he has. He’s a good guy, Jared.”
“I’m not implying he isn’t. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of .”
I barely nodded, unsure if I should reply or not. I liked that he cared about me, but I didn’t want him to feel obligated.
I wanted to talk about something different so I said, “How’s the song catching on? It popular yet?”
He slowly smiled but took a while to answer. Finally he said, “It’s not a song for the public. I wrote that for you; it’s not meant to be shared.”
I raised my eyebrows with surprise. “Oh yeah? I get threatened with full disclosure for nothing?”
“Was there something in it that offended you?”
I scoffed. “I was born to make you suffer?”
He slowly smiled again .
“ Uh, I bury you with my refusals?”
That made him chuckle.
“I stab you with heartache?”
“I s that offensive?”
“J ust a poetic statement ? ”
“It’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“I agree; it was a beautiful song.”
“But you didn’t like it because it made you feel guilty? Like maybe the song was about you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “So after joking over a potential song you were going to write about me, there was nothing coincidental about handin g me one titled ‘Wicked Woman ’ ? ”
He chuckled again but didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t think I had the right to feel bothered . Finally he said, “ Perhaps it’s been misinterpreted.”
I studied him for a moment, not just because I was trying to understand, but more to enjoy what was in front of me. I either loved or hated the way he looked at me, I wasn’t sure which, but his eyes were beautiful , as were the rest of his features, and I could see why so many women ogled over him. I wasn’t exactly included in that following, but I knew to appreciate beautiful things.
“ The wicked w oman in t he song is not an actual person,” he continued . “ Towards the end do you recall it saying: C an’t give in, c an’t go on; can’t find a way, can’t push along; can’t survive this mess, this agony…my wicked woman .”
I did know the line he was talking about; I had listened to the song dozens of times. I really did think it was an amazing song, but it had pricked a sore spot with me. I guess maybe I had interpreted it a different way than he intended.
“So agony is your wicked woman?”
With a smile he said, “Yes.” And then he added, “ But you’re the reason for
“All right, I’ll be there in about five minutes.”
I wasn’t sure if the idea of his presence made me feel better or worse at that moment. I really did want to see him, but I didn’t know for what reason. I was still a little upset with him over the last time I saw him, but what I didn’t want t o admit was that his lack of communication with me since then hurt even more. I knew that was silly though, being that it was my own fault for that, so I really didn’t know what I expect ed .
It was odd seeing him again. His mood was somber, my mood was somber, and the fact that we had a bunch of personal crap going on between us at the same time made it uncomfortable.
As he entered , he glanced around the house at all the flowers and said, “Wow, makes it look different in here.”
I shut the door and replied, “Yeah, I wish it actually h ad the power to turn the house into something happier.”
He slightly nodded as he looked at me for a few seconds. It was hard to face him so I walked past him and mo tioned to sit on the couch. H e followed my lead and shared the same couch , but a space apart .
“I’m sorry, Taryn. I really am. And I don’t even know what to say, to be honest with you.”
“It’s okay. I don’t know what to say either. And I understand it’s uncomfortable for people to be here.”
“ Well…h as Zack been, you know, around?”
“Yeah, he has. Unfortunately for him,” I frowned.
“But he’s been there for you, right?”
“Yes, he has. He’s a good guy, Jared.”
“I’m not implying he isn’t. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of .”
I barely nodded, unsure if I should reply or not. I liked that he cared about me, but I didn’t want him to feel obligated.
I wanted to talk about something different so I said, “How’s the song catching on? It popular yet?”
He slowly smiled but took a while to answer. Finally he said, “It’s not a song for the public. I wrote that for you; it’s not meant to be shared.”
I raised my eyebrows with surprise. “Oh yeah? I get threatened with full disclosure for nothing?”
“Was there something in it that offended you?”
I scoffed. “I was born to make you suffer?”
He slowly smiled again .
“ Uh, I bury you with my refusals?”
That made him chuckle.
“I stab you with heartache?”
“I s that offensive?”
“J ust a poetic statement ? ”
“It’s the only thing I’m good at.”
“I agree; it was a beautiful song.”
“But you didn’t like it because it made you feel guilty? Like maybe the song was about you?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “So after joking over a potential song you were going to write about me, there was nothing coincidental about handin g me one titled ‘Wicked Woman ’ ? ”
He chuckled again but didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t think I had the right to feel bothered . Finally he said, “ Perhaps it’s been misinterpreted.”
I studied him for a moment, not just because I was trying to understand, but more to enjoy what was in front of me. I either loved or hated the way he looked at me, I wasn’t sure which, but his eyes were beautiful , as were the rest of his features, and I could see why so many women ogled over him. I wasn’t exactly included in that following, but I knew to appreciate beautiful things.
“ The wicked w oman in t he song is not an actual person,” he continued . “ Towards the end do you recall it saying: C an’t give in, c an’t go on; can’t find a way, can’t push along; can’t survive this mess, this agony…my wicked woman .”
I did know the line he was talking about; I had listened to the song dozens of times. I really did think it was an amazing song, but it had pricked a sore spot with me. I guess maybe I had interpreted it a different way than he intended.
“So agony is your wicked woman?”
With a smile he said, “Yes.” And then he added, “ But you’re the reason for
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