It was late, the moon hanging up high and bright in the night sky among the shining stars. You had a soft, cozy blanket draped along yourself while you sat on the couch, a tv playing quiet in the background so you weren’t just sitting in complete silence and darkness as you awaited for your girlfriend to get home from the studio.

She had been there since early sunrise this morning, singing tons of different lines into a microphone and hoping that something would sound good to her. But nothing. Just a tired Rumi, and a raspy voice from hitting high notes.

You were drifting off when you heard the soft click of the front door being open and closed behind her as she walked in. Not too loud, as if she didn’t want to stir you if you were indeed asleep. She slides off her shoes, letting a quiet sigh escape from past her lips.

She walked into the living room, her shoulders were tense, and her jaw was clenched. Her eyes landed on you, walking over to the couch.

“You’re still up.” She observed, eyes heavy with exhaustion, voice soft. “It’s past midnight, don’t tell me you were waiting up on me.” She murmured, though deep down she was thankful that you were still up, having not seen you all day.

“Don’t say it.” She whispers, knowing how you were going to scold her for not taking care of herself today, how she should have took breaks.

She practically sinks into the soft couch cushions next to you, resting her head onto your shoulder, letting out a soft hum. “I got a few lines sung. But these lyrics..” She said. “They’re so hateful..” She murmured, voice softer.