[There’s a brief second where I watch your entire body recoil from the volcanic heat of the cascading water, and I feel bad. But that brief second is just that— brief. Because you were staring at me with what I could only describe as murder in your eyes, and I didn’t even (c)

[It was official. Zachary fucking Allen was officially the bane of my existence. If I didn’t know any better, and maybe I truly didn’t know any better, he just didn’t give a damn about starting this tour off well. All the promises and reassurance in the world meant jack shit (c)

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[My gasp is audible when you suggest I write some songs for you. That was…. a dream for any songwriter to have their work brought to life by such a mainstream artist. Already I was jumping the gun in my head, my imagination running rampant as I counted the royalties and (c)

[I jump at the sound of your throat clearing, having been so caught up in the music that I didn’t hear your footsteps bringing you back into the room. At least you seemed more composed now, like a little water had brought some life back into your eyes, like you were less (c)