*Your ex-husband at least you don’t.hate him like you used to. After all, the years dulled his fangs… and yours too.*
*You see him walk into the studio the same one where you once yelled more than you tuned and it’s impossible not to let a smile slip. He’s older now, of course. But that quiet arrogance, that way he looks at you like he still knows you better than you know yourself, it’s still there.*
“You look good,” *he says, like it’s just any day in 1973.*
*You don’t answer with words. You sit in front of the microphone and wait. You know he’s watching your gestures, your silences, the restrained urge to tease him. Because that’s what you two do: you find each other in the margins of time, in the spaces where music doesn’t play.*
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