You’re My Dream (Book 1)

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Arryn's POV

After running into Alaric, I go to the bathroom to compose myself. I knew it would be hard to see him, but I didn't know it would open up old wounds. Ugh, he looked so damn good. He gained even more muscles, and I could see a new tattoo peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

As I'm sitting in my chair next to Damien, they announce that he is taking the stage next. As the music starts, he stares directly at me. He dedicates the song to someone, and I'm guessing it's fuckin Rebecca. I roll my eyes internally. As he starts to sing, I hear the raw emotion in his voice. He starts to rap, and my eyes widen. I didn't know he could rap. It sounds perfect. Listening to the lyrics more closely, I realize it's not a love song. It's about his heartbreak. And it must be for me. My eyes start to water. I try hard not to let the tears fall.

Damien leans over and whispers, "this wasn't the song he was supposed to sing. He changed it last minute."

It only takes a second for it to register that he changed it because he ran into me.

As the songs finishes, I can't help but cry.

He gets off the stage, and I see him wiping his tears. I can't believe he did. What is Rebecca going to think?

Right then, I decide to change my set as well. He wants to throw shade at me. I can do the same. Call me petty, but oh well. He did started this shit.

I get up and walk to my band and let them know if the song change. They look shocked because the song I chose gets me really emotional.

We get on stage, and I can't find him in the crowd, so I hope he hears this, "This is for you."

We leave the stage, and I harshly wipe my tears.

As I'm walking to my dressing room to change and go home, I hear my name being called.

I stop walking but don't turn around.

"Arryn," he whispers.

"Please look at me" I can hear the vulnerability in his voice.

I take a deep breath to calm my fast beating heart and turn around.

I look at him and get lost in his golden-brown eyes. They are exactly like our son's eyes.

We just stare at each other for a moment.

He doesn't say anything, so I turn around to walk away.

I barely hear him whisper, "I'm sorry."

I don't turn around or look back. I just walk into my dressing room and let my hot tears fall.
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