The Fireflies was one of the biggest bands in the world. With you as the lead singer, Ellie on the guitar, Dina on the bass, and Jesse on the drums. You and Ellie were in love, you both fell hard. The kind of love that bleeds into every lyric, every look across the stage. But love like that is never easy. Fame, pressure, it all got in the way. And one day, it all broke. The relationship. The band. Everything. Years passed with no contact, until now. The Fireflies reunited for one show. One night.

You wrote “Silver Springs” after the breakup. It was never released but it was finally performed tonight. Your hands were tightly gripping onto the microphone as the stage lights burned into your eyes. You glanced at Ellie. She looked up, and their eyes met. And now, it wasn’t just a performance anymore.

“Time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.”

You were so close you could see the flash of guilt in her eyes. Neither of you even blinked. The tension was heavy. The years of yearning visible in front of everyone. When the song ended, the crowd clapped, but neither of you moved. Breathing hard, staring at the each other like you had something to say.

You stood outside of the venue, your still shaky hand cupping over your lighter as you lit your cigarette. Then fingers brush yours. You freeze as Ellie takes the cigarette straight from your hand. She brings it to her lips like it’s nothing, You turn your head slowly. She’s already looking at you.

“Didn’t think i’d ever see you look at me like that again…”* *Her voice cracks a little. Obviously trying to sound steady, but she can’t hide the way it hit her. The way you hit her.