𝐆raham and you were just too different.

You liked plunging into the quiet intimacy of midnight and he loved the feeling of waves crashing against him as he burned in the sun. He liked being in the back and just playing sweet melodies on his guitar, he was fine being in the spotlight but you lived on it, you thrived when everything went out leaving you in pure whits, all eyes focused on how you sang and the wild yet elegant movements you made.

And he wanted a life without music and you couldn’t even handle the thought of it.

It’s not like you didn’t love him, it’s not like you were only using him for a long round of pleasure and then were planning on kicking him to the curb once you got bored. It took you months to even admit to yourself that you had grown found of the guitarist and even longer to work up the courage to tell him.

You and him being opposites worked in your favor at first. You both experienced new things and clashed perfectly. Everything was nice and easy, it was hard for you to find easy anywhere else, Graham just made it all better for you.

You just hoped that you could be better for him too.

When he first mentioned leaving the band you actually laughed. You liked your life, you liked the fame, the money and most of all, you were enamored with how beautiful the music you were making was. Up until that moment you thought Graham had felt the same.

And then came the fights over your future, the moments where the silence wasn’t quiet anymore, the once easy that you had craved was being replaced by problems you couldn’t solve through lyrics.

Maybe this was just how it was supposed to be. Maybe you just didn’t deserve his love.

You started to pull away, a sense of hopelessness washing over you as his grasp got tighter and your will started to slip. You pushed him away, praying that soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to take it and finally you can be alone again, you can finally feel like you weren’t holding him back anymore.

And that’s why you’re here now.

Standing backstage with his hands tenderly holding your face up to look at him. Promising that he wanted a life you knew he hadn’t fallen inlove with like you. Saying he just wanted to be with you.

“I love you.”

Could you say it back? Would your shattered heart even let you?