Escaping Indigo by Eli Lang

Author:Eli Lang [Lang, Eli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

Sometimes when I thought about Eric, I wondered how I’d let myself become so wrapped up in one person. I didn’t think it was wrong, how close Eric and I had been, how tangled we’d gotten in each other’s lives. I wouldn’t have done it differently. I knew that I wouldn’t. But the untangling, the suddenness of it, had felt as if half of me had been pulled away. As if all these pieces of me had been yanked apart, scattered. And it had hurt like I’d been cut right down the middle, and he’d taken all the important parts of me with him, wherever he’d gone. Sometimes I thought of myself as the leftovers. The scraps of his life, and the scraps of mine where he used to be.

It had been a long time since I’d had anything new, anything that was just mine, and not a piece of Eric too. But Bellamy felt like that, and I liked it.

For the next several days, everything was . . . easy. It was as if something had been fixed between me and Bellamy, like the air had been cleared, and I had this ridiculous idea in my head that nothing could go wrong now. It was pretty spectacular, to finish a show and have Bellamy look to me first, to have him come find me when he wanted to cuddle, to slip into his bunk some nights, to curl up so tight with him so neither of us fell off the narrow mattress. I felt good—wanted and cared for and as if I was doing a halfway decent job of caring for him. I loved being with him. I liked the job I was doing. I liked being with the band. They were the only things that seemed important, and everything outside of our world of touring and tour bus and music and friends seemed insignificant.

We drove from Atlanta to New Orleans, and played a date in the French Quarter. I was the only one who hadn’t been there before, and we ended up walking around until the wee hours of the morning. I liked the city best when the sun was just coming up, and everything was watery pink and blue, the fresh air cool and smelling of the Mississippi River. It was a different place than the wild, ongoing party it had been after the sun went down, but there was still something special about it, something that made it different than anywhere else I’d ever been. I hadn’t believed, before, that there could really be a magic to a place, but I thought maybe there was in New Orleans. I didn’t want to leave.

After that we headed into Texas, which was boring as fuck to stare out the window at, and played a date in Houston, at a festival the local radio station was putting on. It wasn’t as crazy as playing Coachella or Lollapalooza, which Escaping Indigo had played earlier in the summer, or any other huge festival.

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