Page 140 of Pretty Obsessed

Fighting a silent war with our own minds.

I check my phone so many times.

Like my thoughts could fill the void.

Don’t sleep for two days at a time.

Do you love the sound of my heartbreak?

Secrets and lies I believed so many times.

There’s no escape, there’s no surrender, we go on blindly.

Fighting a silent war with our own minds.

Bear hugs, souls touch. Heart to heart

Funny how now it’s all crashing down.

Storms roll in, turbulent waves, sky as black as I feel.

The barrier between us glacial. Ten thousand feet of ice and my veins run cold.

Secrets and lies I believed so many times.

There’s no escape, there’s no surrender, we go on blindly.

Fighting a silent war with our own minds.

The rich texture of glass breaking, and maybe a distant sound of the waves, or it could have been an echo of some sort all gave depth to the song I felt in my chest.

"It's heartbreakingly beautiful."

"He has a way with words." River seemed wistful and happy. He'd put in good work being a part of that. "Did you notice the glass?"

"Yes."

"I added it at the end. It needed something more. But it took us forever to get it right. Finally, we were in the shower in the back of the studio breaking glass wrapped in Iris' shirt, recording it."

I laughed and shook my head. "How did you even think of that"

"We needed an echo and the sound to be contained. The studio was too big so we kept trying different environments until I thought of the bathroom." River could have talked about music for hours, and I would let him, too. I loved the way his mind worked. Creative in such a different way than mine.

"I'm amazed."

"We are going to release a video with it. We have Spain booked to film it. Since you're finished…" He gave me a smile.

"Nearly." I corrected. "When are you going there?"

"Next week. We have a show, and then a few days to film. Come please."

"If I get my book done.”

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Days bled into one another. A race against the clock to finish before I needed to leave. Every minute and hour counted. I became a hermit to my manuscript, barely leaving my house except to hit the store for energy drinks and coffee.

Emory: I'm done.

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