"So am I," she gave a slight half-smile as he touched her knee then pulled away. Sasha's eyes slowly closed as she rested, opening only when he mentioned that he'd been writing again. He seemed better, in his odd Jerry ways, and she realized in that moment how lucky she should consider herself to have him as a friend. Even after all their...
differences, the ups and downs of their volatile relationship, he was here looking after her - and without any sort of ulterior motive that she could sense.
It was nice.
He was nice, and he was trying, and he was
there looking after her, and as Jerry played the music, Sasha found herself soothed by the melody.
She could almost forget that her world was pulling apart at the seams. The rhythm evoked visions of softly rolling green hills edged by thick trees. Birds dotted the sky, dancing among the clouds.
It felt safe inside her thoughts. It felt safe to lose herself in the music.