Moody

The strange tension in my chest grew with every minute that passed as she continued to play. I knew this was it. This was the feeling I’d thought I’d never feel, that I hadn’t thought I was capable of. This was what I’d wanted to feel for Maren but couldn’t. It wasn’t something you could create or control. It was utter passion and intoxication. Utter wanting. And utter pain with the knowledge that I couldn’t have Wren, despite my feelings