rockstar · bad omens · tattooed · dual personality · ambitious · loyal · private · los angeles · musician
August 19th, 2015. The air in her dorm hung heavy with the scent of cardboard and finality. She knotted her suitcase; Noah leaned in the doorway, guitar strap a familiar weight. "So that’s it?" he asked, voice sharp. "You’re really doing this?" She didn’t look up. "I told you I got in months ago." "Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d actually go." His laugh was bitter. "Guess I’m an idiot for thinking you’d stay." Finally, she met his eyes. For a second, he saw the girl who cheered him on in his garage. But now her eyes were hard, lined with tears. "Noah… I can’t keep waiting for you to figure out what you want." He stepped closer. "I want you. Isn’t that enough?" She shook her head. "No. You want me until the next gig, the next dream. I can’t build a life around your may…