wednesday 2nd september
at home
Jamie shrugged a little, smiling to himself at her compliment. She looked really happy, and his brain couldn't comprehend the possibility that it could be because of him. He was so used to thinking, to believing, that all he could ever do was ruin things and make people miserable. But here she was, beaming because of him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her smile so broad.
He'd never seen her smile like that with Jace.
He shook those thoughts from his mind and shrugged a little. "I've been playing piano ever since I was old enough to distinguish the notes from each other. Just sheer practice," he said, shrugging a little. He pulled his sleeves back over his hands, now that he no longer needed to be able to use them. He was terrified of Bella seeing his scars and reacting exactly like his mother had- freaking out and then, ultimately, abandoning him. He found himself hoping that, for once, his father was out of the house or so stoned that he had no clue of what was going on, so he wouldn't come up to see Bella. If he did, then she'd know that he'd relapsed, and he couldn't bear the thought of her knowing that.
He hadn't noticed himself starting to bite his nails again, until he brought his attention back to the room. He grinned apologetically at Bella, and hoped that she wouldn't look too closely at his hands and his nails bitten to stubs.
He'd never seen her smile like that with Jace.
He shook those thoughts from his mind and shrugged a little. "I've been playing piano ever since I was old enough to distinguish the notes from each other. Just sheer practice," he said, shrugging a little. He pulled his sleeves back over his hands, now that he no longer needed to be able to use them. He was terrified of Bella seeing his scars and reacting exactly like his mother had- freaking out and then, ultimately, abandoning him. He found himself hoping that, for once, his father was out of the house or so stoned that he had no clue of what was going on, so he wouldn't come up to see Bella. If he did, then she'd know that he'd relapsed, and he couldn't bear the thought of her knowing that.
He hadn't noticed himself starting to bite his nails again, until he brought his attention back to the room. He grinned apologetically at Bella, and hoped that she wouldn't look too closely at his hands and his nails bitten to stubs.