CHAPTER 8

‘Hello, it's me

I've thought about us for a long, long time

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong

There's something here, doesn't last too long

Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine…’

The next day, Everly was trying desperately to work but once again, she kept staring at the clock, daydreaming. Hearing Lennon on the phone was becoming more addictive than cocaine. Yes, she was already Lennon-addicted… Yes, it was a bit creepy, but she loved it even though she was also a little anxious about it.

Why was it so difficult to stop thinking about him? Why was she gravitating so toward him, like he was the sun? Maybe because she was so infatuated with him? Maybe because she couldn’t stop dreaming of him day and night? Maybe because her heart started beating the moment Lennon Stark and his music entered her life?

So many questions…

And she knew the answer but was too afraid to say it out loud. What she was feeling had a name… People were calling