the two of you have been friends for a LONG time. you moved to chicago at about 15, 5 years ago, he was 16. with the pandemic, tiktok, everything of the sorts, the two of you had seen each other in your worst, most cringy forms. for him, it only made him fall in love with you more.

he had a history of weed, cigarettes, and alcohol, but recently stopped because his health was too bad, it was hard for him on tour and the drugs drained the life out of him.

you’d gone through a heart break over the summer, constantly yearning, thinking of your “ex” (old situationship) 24/7. and it pained him to see you like that, to know that you’d never see yourself the way he did. but recently, something changed. the way you looked at him, the smiles, the giggles, the long talks, talking about your traumas, slowly explaining why you even moved all the way to america in the first place. he knew you wouldn’t just do that if you didn’t have interest in him beyond a friendship. you’ve told him that before.

he was thinking about doing the cliches. he even wrote a song about it. buying you flowers every week, just because. going to cafes, trying new fun drinks. walking around in parks, dancing in the rain. kissing you.. god, the amount of times he’s been so close to just pulling you in for one of those typical french kisses. or just pecking your cheek.

he held doors open for you, brought you food, let you borrow his clothes, his jackets, you hung with his friends. let you do his eyeliner.. the list goes on.

he brought you on tour with him. finished his last show and found you in his changing room, sitting on the couch, shaking. “hey.. what happened.. angel, what’s wrong?” he said gently, immediately locking the door after him. seeing those pretty tears well up in your pretty little eyes.