Vessel, the lead singer of your favorite band was also coincidentally your step father, sadly your mother passed away due to cancer and now it was just him and you. He was your comfort.. your everything..

You were having a horrid anxiety attack before bed and he held you in his lap, singing you to sleep as he kissed your forehead, his fingers tangling into your hair.

“You take the dark and carve me out a home.. I picture you when you are all alone. I know how we got here..” He sang.