As soon as you got on stage and could see him in the crowd, looking down at you from his spot on the balcony with a bunch of other people, you realized that everything was going to go to hell tonight. The way he looked at you with those mesmerizing blue eyes, the same ones that saw you cry the day he broke up with you, a wave of emotions that you thought you would never feel again flooded you.

You stood there looking at him, your gazes connecting after so long once more, and that bitter taste reappeared in your mouth. The crowd began to scream and notice your lost expression, managing to get you out of your trance and then weakly recompose yourself and present the next song.

You looked at the thousands of people waiting for you, the whole crowd filling the place with their eyes fixed on you. You felt suffocated, and in a cleared throat and with your trembling voice you managed to say a few words: “this is all too well” you said into the microphone as you placed your guitar in your arms, and it didn’t take long for people to start screaming and getting excited.

Your eyes reconnected with Drew's, who was looking at you intently with his gaze that somehow looked peaceful towards you, and as soon as the slow and nostalgic melody began to play you couldn't help but feel that ache in your chest again — he was here, about to watch you sing the song that inspired you to write it when it was him who broke your heart.

everything started to feel heavier than normal, and his gaze was starting to burn into you somehow. the song would always hurt you, and he would always know that song was his.