The Song of Our Own

The Tempest

Kirstie

She was playing with her ring when the boys walked into the lobby of the hotel.

Kirstin spun around and looked at them when the unmistakable voices of Avi, Mitch, Scott and Kevin echoed in the deserted lobby. Probably they've eaten out, on their faces were huge grins and they were exchanging jokes back and forth with each others.

Her heart saddened when she remembered that she has once stood beside Avi, laughed at their lame jokes and they laughed at her dry sense of humour. Maybe it's all in the past, it's not Pentatonix - the Acapella group with five members anymore, it was four.

She held back a tear that was threatened to slipped out of her eyelids.

Okay, you can do this. You've performed ninety-nine billion times on a stage with thousand of people, you can talk, right? She motivated herself but her own voice drowned in all the negative comments from a part of her mind.

C'mon Kirstin, you've hurt them all. Why would you think that they'd forgive you? It laughed at her. If her own mind was a physical, not a mental entity, she'd have bit, torn, shattered it into pieces.

They will forgive you. She took a deep breath and stood up from where she has sat on - the soft and quite comfortable waiting couch of the hotel and stride toward them.

The boys stopped dead on track when they saw her, their previous smiles disappeared completely. Kirstin almost cried at their reaction toward her.

"We need to talk." She tried to spoke in a serious tone but her voice sound nasal and when the sentence leaved her own mouth, more tear built up on her eyes.

Before anyone could react, Mitch stepped up and grabbed her arm. "Alright, we'll talk."

He motioned at the boys and The Queen himself dragged her across the lobby into the empty elevator, the rest piled in and Scott, like he knew exactly what to do, pressed the floor button and the elevator rised silently.

A few days ago, she'd love to have this kind of silence but now, she just wanted to yelled so loud to tore it in half. She felt like she was alone and was a bird whom stucked in a cage made out of the men that it has perked in the eyes.

Mitch squeezed her hand slightly and she looked at him, The Queen nodded, subliminally supported her.

After minutes that resembled centuries, the elevator gave a ping and the door slid open. Mitch again hauled her through the empty corridor, opened his room's door and pressed her into his couch. The boys walked into the room and sat at the opposite of her.

"Okay. So what do you want to say?" Mitch spoke.

And she opened her mouth to began, but closed like a gold fish. After a few seconds she said: "I... I'm sorry, I didn't meant to upset and worried you guys. I can't live like this anymore, hour after hour I..." She sniffed. "I can't cease to think about this. I know I've messed everything up, I know I've crossed all the boundaries..." 

Kirstin finally burst into tears, she buried her face into her palms. The boys' hearts melted but they still have their blank faces on.

"...SAY SOMETHING!" She shrieked and everyone jerked slightly.

In the darkness of the jail cell that she made for herself, there are only silence before she felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from the right.

"Shh... it's okay." He gently patted her back. "We forgive you, it's over..."

She still cried, but then, another pair of arms hugged her from the left.