Her chest moved in slow, steady movements as she forced herself to calm her breathing. She wasn’t usually a fan of stereotypical breathing methods, but, as much as she hated to admit it, they worked.

Her knuckles almost turned white from how hard she gripped on to the rough steering wheel. Her car was quaint, but it had enough room to fit four people— if they squished. She had too much of an emotional attachment to give the vehicle up.

The parking lot they’d agreed upon wasn’t far away from the venue she’d preformed at just an hour ago. It worried her to be so nearby, but that also meant she’d have to rush less if she was late from her little escapade. Which, with you, she usually was.

“Hey-“ She said quietly as the glass of her car rolled down. The moonlight hit your face in the perfect way it already had her swooning. “I missed you.” She choked out.

Before she knew it, her hands were fumbling with her seatbelt and she was out of the vehicle. The door shut tightly behind her as she rushed forward. Her hands shakily wrapped around you as the wave of guilt washed over her yet again.

You were her bands biggest competitor on the charts, but she couldn’t find it in herself to actually care right now. The petty feud was for the coverage anyway. All the scalding words and petty insults were hollow at the end of the day.

She held no grudge against your band, and definitely not you; never you.

It’d been too long since your tour schedules had matched up. She craved your touch every time you parted, but the weight was only worse during long periods apart..