Open Up (Part 5)

Part 4 here.

She had been mad.

Of course she'd been mad.

Giving yourself to an entire playlist had meant a great deal to her. Not that he was supposed to know such a thing, just... Eh. Logging off without a response???

But then, after she had sat herself down and made a cup of tea. The mug with the flamingo... Something that she'd received as a raffle prize one year. She had felt the anger subside a touch. Maybe to have spent time listening meant more. To have someone else respond to the music she had curated... Well, y'know, after listening to something, truly, deeply... and to have them feel things because of her?

Fuck. Maybe that was a good thing?

She had cushioned herself between the sheets and nestled her mug on her stomach. She could overcome this, easy.

Not like she hadn't done so before.

So she waited for his feedback. She promised herself it didn't matter at this point.

It didn't matter.

But when she saw the inbox message from Damian86. She had felt her heart soar in that stupid, ridiculous way. She knew she was falling.

Into what, though? Fucking hell.

Damian86: You there? 
Damian86: I have a bone to pick with you. 
Damian86: Clearly impossible with this list of songs. 
Damian86: Get back to me, pronto. 
Damian86: We have a few things to discuss. 

He was always one for using full stops. A definitive guy. Knew what he wanted, apparently. Just not enough. 

That had been the first of many such conversations. 

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