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Granted, that didn’t mean Skylar stopped writing songs about Elena. On the contrary, most of her songs were still about Elena. But instead of love songs, they were more love gone bad songs. She strummed a few chords on her guitar as she tried to envision the lyrics.

There’s a fire that still burns inside of me

For a love that I know I shouldn’t keep

But try as I might to forget you

This feeling just won’t let me rest

“Okay, not bad.” Skylar shrugged as she sang the song and made up the melody as she went along. She mulled over whether to do the chorus or another verse before her subconscious made the decision for her by giving her the next verse.

They say that love is blind

And in my case, I know that’s all too true

But I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame

Even though I’m the one who’ll get burned

There were few times in her life when Skylar felt more alive than when she was writing songs. There was just something about the openness she felt in expressing herself through the music that set her soul free. And after that kiss, that’s just what she needed.

As the chorus started to form in her mind, Skylar began to jot it down.

You were the one that got away

But my love for you still won’t dim

I still dream about you every day

And wonder if you feel the same

“Eh, not perfect.” Skylar shrugged. “But it’ll do.” She sang over what she’d written a few times before she realized it needed a bridge. All great songs had bridges, it seemed. But the right words weren’t coming.

She tried to fine-tune the chords and give them the perfect melody instead. But something wasn’t hitting right for Skylar. The song needed a bridge.

“It needs a bridge.”

Elena’s voice startled Skylar, and she nearly dropped her guitar. With only the moon and a small light inside the house lighting the porch, it took Skylar a moment to figure out where Elena’s voice was coming from. It was then Skylar saw her descending from the outside stairs with a glass of wine in her hand.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t.” Elena shook her head as she sat on a chair across from Skylar. She’d changed into her pajamas, it seemed, and was wearing a robe over them. “I was enjoying a drink on the patio and heard you down here. It’s good.”

“Thanks.”

“Is it about me?” Her smirk told her she already knew the answer.

Skylar didn’t know if she should be embarrassed or not. After all, she’s written songs about Elena for years. It was nothing new that this one was also about her. Except this time, it wasn’t a love song. That didn’t seem to bother Elena, though.

“Play the chords for the verse again.”

And Skylar did. First one time, then twice, then a third time. Finally, Elena nodded.

“Okay, what about this?”

Maybe we were meant to be together

But we took the wrong turn somewhere