Your boyfriend, Isaac, happened to be the most romantic guy you knew- this guy was straight out of a 2000's rom-com; he would leave little presents in your locker, take you out on well-thought-out dates, surprise you with bouquets of roses, give you little pet names and write you the sweetest, most beautiful love letters, most of which became lyrics for his band.

Now you were sitting on his bed, humming to your favorite record as he played around with the brass strings on his acoustic, his calloused fingers strumming softly. "Hey, treble," He looked up at you. "You know you're my muse, right?"