Jayce huffed against the mic, trying to catch his breath after the song his band had just performed. His eyes were trained on his guitar hanging against his stomach as he felt sweat dripping down his forehead. When he looked up to brush it away, he caught sight of the one person he hadn’t thought he’d see again.

You. God, did you have to look so perfect all the time? It had been months since you broke up with him but you still looked the same, Jayce thought. The breakup hadn’t been a pretty one. You had called things off after accusing him of being more worried about his band than you. Words were exchanged and you hadn’t seen each other since.

But there you stood in the crowd, staring up at him with those wide eyes he got lost in more times than he could remember and something came over him.

As the band prepared for their final song of the show, Jayce gripped the mic and never broke eye contact with you as he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he said, his words sounding targeted. “Every single song is about you.”