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She starts to play a different song. Nothing intricate, just a strain of notes. The beginnings of something. She finds the melody, takes it up, lets its slip between her fingers as Toby ducks back into the room, a steaming cup in his hands.
"What was that?" he asks, eyes brightening in that way unique to artists—writers, painters, musicians, anyone prone to moments of inspiration. "It sounded familiar…"
A shrug. "You played it for me last night."
It isn't a lie, not exactly. He did play it for her. After she showed him.
"I did?" he says, brow furrowing. He's already setting the coffee aside, reaching for a pencil and a notepad off the nearest table. "God—I must have been drunk."
He shakes his head as he says it; Toby's never been one of those songwriters who prefer to work under the influence.
"Do you remember more?" he asks, turning through the pad. She starts playing again, leading him through the notes. He doesn't know it, but he's been working on this song for weeks. Well, they have.
Together.
She smiles a little as she plays on. This is the grass between the nettles. A safe place to step. She can't leave her own mark, but if she's careful, she can give the mark to someone else. Nothing concrete, of course, but inspiration rarely is.
Toby's got the guitar up now, balanced on one knee, and he follows her lead, murmuring to himself. That this is good, this is different, this is something. She stops playing, gets to her feet.
"I should go."
The melody falls apart on the strings as Toby looks up. "What? But I don't even know you."
"Exactly," she says, heading for the bedroom to collect her clothes.
"But I want to know you," Toby says, setting down the guitar and trailing her through the apartment, and this is the moment when none of it feels fair, the only time she feels the wave of frustration threatening to break. Because she has spent weeks getting to know him. And he has spent hours forgetting her. "Slow down."
She hates this part. She shouldn't have lingered. Should have been out of sight as well as out of mind, but there's always that nagging hope that this time, it will be different, that this time, they will remember.
I remember, says the darkness in her ear.
She shakes her head, forcing the voice away.
"Where's the rush?" asks Toby. "At least let me make you breakfast."
But she's too tired to play the game again so soon, and so she lies instead, says there's something she has to do, and doesn't let herself stop moving, because if she does, she knows she won't have the strength to start again, and the cycle will spin on, the affair beginning in the morning instead of at night. But it won't be any easier when it ends, and if she has to start over, she'd rather be a meet-cute at a bar than the unremembered aftermath of a one-night stand.
It won't matter, in a moment, anyways.
"Jess, wait," Toby says, catching her hand. He fumbles for the right words, and then gives up, starts again. "I have a gig tonight, at the Alloway. You should come. It's over on…"
She knows where it is, of course. That is where they met for the first time, and the fifth, and the ninth. And when she agrees to come, his smile is dazzling. It always is.
"Promise?" he asks.
"Promise."
"I'll see you there," he says, the words full of hope as she turns and steps through the door. She looks back, and says, "Don't forget me in the meantime."
An old habit. A superstition. A plea.
Toby shakes his head. "How could I?"
She smiles, as if it's just a joke.
But Addie knows, as she forces herself down the stairs, that it's already happening—knows that by the time he closes the door, she'll be gone.
Excerpted from The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by Victoria E Schwab. Copyright © 2020 by Victoria E Schwab. Excerpted by permission of Tor Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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