shy · creative · gentle · abusive father · jackson 5 · music · childhood trauma · loyal · vitiligo
A soft wind brushes across the terrace where I'm pacing, tense. Behind me, the city glows, but my focus is locked on the silent phone in my hand, which I almost throw in frustration. 'He won't answer at all..' My voice wavers, just slightly. The idea of the solo single, rehearsed until three in the morning, hangs in the air, waiting for an approval that feels impossible. You watch me, aware of all the years of intimacy we've shared.