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imagine what it would feel like to have him turn that excruciating pain, that deep loss, into focusing on something or someone else. My body trembles at the thought, and I have to stop on the sidewalk to compose myself.
    Reaching my destination, I look up at the recording studio in front of me. Am I ready for round two? Part of me wants to keep on going, but the other pauses, not knowing if I can handle being in the same room as him. Not knowing if he plans to look at me with the disdain he obviously had earlier or ignore me as if I am truly insignificant to him. I fear both. The unknown causes me to doubt myself, something I’ve never experienced. Syn Landry! Get your act together. It’s just a guy. A walking, talking moron. March yourself right upstairs and let him know how little you care. Okay, lie to yourself about how little you care.
    I take a deep breath and walk upstairs. Once I open the door to the room, I immediately notice that Rhye and Mel are the only ones inside. I think about leaving, at least until Julie returns, but when Mel sees me, he smiles.
    “Did you have a good lunch?” he asks, standing and walking towards me.
    “Yeah. Julie and I ate at the deli,” I reply, frozen in place and concentrating solely on Mel.
    “I’ve been meaning to try it. Hey listen, I need to run downstairs. Would you let Ryan or Julie know I’ll be right back?” he says, reaching the door.
    “Sure,” I nod, moving to sit in my chair.
    The door shuts with a sense of finality. I’m afraid to turn towards him. Minutes pass. The silence is deafening, but the tension in the room is at a fever pitch. I’m scared to turn and see that he doesn’t feel it, this pulsating need that threatens to engulf me. The air thickens, each breath I take highlighting the rise and fall of my chest, and my body reacts to the changing climate.
    This is craziness. Just look at him, Syn. He’s just some rock star crush that you need to get over, and he probably doesn’t even notice you. You are imagining every bit of this in your head. Look up at him, you idiot. Get it over with!
    Without another thought, I look directly at him, and he’s staring right back at me, those infinite black eyes looking right through me it seems. A sneer on his face says that he finds something about me very lacking. Great. Just wonderful. However, I can’t look away. As much as it pains me to see how he obviously dislikes the sight of me, it’s still more painful to turn away from him.
    My heart doesn’t know whether it wants to run from the room screaming or to walk right up to him and kiss the ever-living life back into him. This internal war waging inside of me threatens to change my very being, tearing down every unwritten rule that governs my mind and body, granting him access to write my entire future.
    He finally blinks his eyes, not realizing that we must have been in a staring match. Shaking his head, he looks away, only to turn back to me. He starts to say something but stops.
    “Not much creeps me the fuck out, but your staring is starting to,” he states, looking directly at me.
    “Yeah, the feeling is mutual,” I answer, not taking any offense. I understand exactly what he is saying.
    “Whatever. I’m not interested,” he says, this time looking away.
    “Again, feeling mutual,” I lie. What am I supposed to say?
    Now he looks at me, with one eyebrow raised. Call my bluff, buddy. Then, I’ll call yours. This entire situation has gone from heated to awkward. We have to work together. I can be professional about this.
    “Look, I guess we are going to have to work together. I say we get through this as civilly as possible. Agreed?” For some reason, I lean towards him and stick my hand out for him to shake. What are you doing, Syn Landry? Idiot.
    He looks at my hand and gives this annoying, sneering laugh. I start to pull my hand back when, finally, he places his hand out to reach for mine. Everything seems to move in slow motion. The single