“But there’s not. My heart is too weak to keep going.” She sniffed and wiped at her cheeks with her free hand. “I didn’t plan for you.” Her trembling hand fell on my cheek. Her hand was cold. “I knew I could never get close to someone. It wouldn’t be fair. To either of us.” She smiled at me, a devastated, watery smile. “But your music made me see you, Cromwell. It called me to you. The boy who hears color.” Her head fell to my chest. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve had the strength to walk away. But with you…I just couldn’t.”
