[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
Suddenly, it hit her why Charles had said he hated her song that day in the conference room. Could it be because she'd admitted she'd written it for Niklas?
She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, pushing the thought away. Her lips parted, the lyrics slipped out, and she kept her eyes open this time. The last thing she wanted was to be startled again like last time.
Whenever I need you, you're out of touch.
The words you're telling me, they're rough.
No matter how many times I've tried to be tough.
I'll never be good enough.
...
Charles watched her closely the entire time, leaning against the sofa. She averted her gaze, focusing solely on recalling the lyrics she'd written from long ago. Loss washed over her as the melancholic melody returned. When she finished, the room sank into silence.
