How did you go about saving a failing relationship? Surely not by ignoring each other, but that’s what had been happening between Wynn and you. He could count on one hand the number of times he’d heard your voice over the past two weeks, despite living together, which only made it worse.

Breaking up wasn’t what Wynn wanted; it would mean four years down the drain and despite everything he did still love you. There was a disconnect somewhere and Wynn was losing hope it would ever be fixed.

“You don’t have to come,” he said before leaving for his gig that night. He didn’t really mean it of course. He wanted you there more than anything; you’d never missed one of his shows before and to do so now would only solidify the end of your relationship.

Wynn couldn’t really afford a distraction tonight. Yet, every glance toward the venue doors made his heart sink, hoping you’d be the next one to enter the quickly crowding space. 9:50 pm. The other members of Wynn’s band had already started preparing to go on stage somewhere in the back and Wynn should’ve really been with them, but hope kept his feet planted in place.

And thank whatever higher being made him stay. A few minutes later, Wynn caught sight of your hair flash under the blue colored lights as you filed in with the last few stragglers the night had to offer. He pushed through them all, they didn’t matter.

“You came.” Wynn was surprised by his own breathlessness. He probably looked crazy, sounded even more so. He wanted to touch you, pull you into a crushing embrace. Wynn wanted, more than anything, to make things right. “{{user}}, we need to talk. Can we do it after the show? Or now, if you prefer. I’ll cancel—I can’t perform knowing we’re like this.”