Chapter 8

A month later, Maya came to me.
She stood by the music room door—the same one I’d broken down—and looked at the floor.
"I wanted to be you," she said quietly. "I thought if I could take your place… I would finally be enough."
She looked up, eyes red.
"I didn't realize… you were already enough. And I was trying to destroy the very thing I should have admired."
I leaned against the doorframe.
"You could have asked," I said. "You could have practiced. You could have earned it. Instead… you tried to steal it."
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"I know," she said. "And I lost everything."
"You lost your way," I said. "Not everything. You can still choose to earn your place. Honestly. Fairly."