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A symphony is like a love affair. It’s a journey that takes your heart to many places.
The boy who not only captured my heart but also became a master at breaking it.
“I was thirteen when I met my one and only muse. All my compositions and all the music I perform are inspired by her. She’s in every note, melody, and phrase.”
She clings to my father. A man who belongs to another woman.
Emil von Paradis.
Priscilla Iverson Preston
No words in the dictionary describe how much I love Chadwick David.
Irish Spring soap.
“I don’t know why you’ve never been kissed.” “Because I’ve been waiting for you.”
I never want Chad to stop orchestrating the rhythm of my heart.
“Because I love you, and you’re everything to me.” Everything.
“Aurelia, you’re more than my forever friend. You’re more than my girlfriend. You are and will always be her. The person I love the most. No matter where we are in our lives, you’ll always be her. Never forget that,” Chad says, his eyes filled with promise. “I love you.”
Your heart knows when it’s about to break, but it clings to hope, lying to itself.
It’s taken me years to realize we can’t ask someone to love us when they don’t want to.”
“We meet the most important people in our lives when we don’t even know how much we need them.”
It’s hard to give more when I’ve given everything to someone else.
“Having a girlfriend other than you would have meant I gave up on us.”
“It’s taking a lot of fucking restraint not to kiss you right now. But I’ll wait.”
“I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. I’m going to wait for you. But you need to know”—he kisses the back of my hand—“when it happens, you’re not running away.”
Because he can be the best. But only without you.”
Where was the great cockblocker, Maestro von Paradis, in all of this?
I do a double take, wondering if she’s high on meth.
I’d do anything to forget his love. His betrayal. Him.
How can I survive a life without him?
The same for Maestro von Paradis, having learned his lesson. This is one symphony Emil failed to conduct; he lost his greatness.
Chadwick David, take you, Serafina Barnes, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward.
A small smile remains plastered to my face, as if I haven’t lost the reason to smile at all.
“You are and will always be my great love.”
Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.
I watch him walk out and make his way toward his new life. The door gently closes, like the end of a sonata. Sliding down the cool wood, I allow myself one last time to cry for the boy I gave my heart to. And the man I let go.
That moment. That baby. That kiss on the forehead. They should have all been mine.
I’m fucking far from okay now, feeling like someone just opened my coffin.
If this man only knew how the virtuoso on stage has mastered the art of breaking me apart. With music he’s composed and performed. Letters he’s written to me. Memories we share. Memories that refuse to fade.
you’re the person I want to share everything with.”
“I’m the boy who fell in love with you at thirteen, loves you at thirty-three, and who will love you until his last dying breath.”
I hold her waist as she bounces on my cock. And fuck, I’m about to lose it. I’m ready to sell my soul to the devil to be with this woman.
Sucking her clit with the right amount of pressure, I slip two thick digits inside her, playing a quick melody in her inner walls. “Come in my mouth again.”
That’s all I need from my girl and I pound into her. Deep. Because I fucking love you. Merciless. How could you ever entertain another man loving you? Unforgiving. I’ve spent too many years away from you.
“You’re as essential as the air I breathe, the water I drink, the music I play. Without you, I’m barely breathing. Barely existing. I refuse to be without you.”
I refuse to leave Chad’s side. Even when his hand turns cold in mine, I interlace our fingers. I clutch onto the fingers that will never play again. The hands that will never hold me again.
“There are five kinds of broken hearts,” Ms. Luz says to me as her bow sweeps across the open C string. “The first is when a boy tells you he can’t date you anymore because of ambition,” Renna whispers as she plucks a harp. “The second is when a man tells you he’s marrying someone else,” Sera utters as she writes in her notebook. “The third is when you fall in love with someone else’s child,” Gabriel says, sketching a portrait of Astor. “The fourth is when you watch your love leave this world,” Mom cries as her delicate finger turns the page of a book. “And then there’s the fifth when your
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“I can’t ever remember a time when I didn’t love you,” he utters softly. “You’re the only woman I have ever loved. Will ever love.”
