You feel the adrenaline pulsing through your veins; the booming of the crowd sending shockwaves through your body.
Your hand reaches for the stand in front of you and that's when you see it- tantalizing green eyes staring back at you, and all at once you're reminded of why you started all of this, of how it all began.
Years ago with heartbreak.
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September 23, 2016
Her eyes.
They're so green it enchants you.
Even as you watch her grab the last box from the floor.
Even as she spits her words at you.
Even as she walks out of your apartment, the door slamming behind her, she enchants you.
You can't help but be pulled towards her as her footsteps get further and further away, your body chasing after something your brain hasn't quite registered.
She's gone.
She's really gone and it's all your fault and all you can think about is the last words she ever said to you as they burn into your brain:
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
Go fuck yourself
You can feel your heart beating out of control in your chest, pounding against your ribs like it's trying to escape - like it's trying to stop itself from feeling, and you don't know what to do so you jam the cord of your speaker into your phone and press play, your eyes fluttering close at the first beat.
And suddenly you're spinning and spinning and spinning and then you're not.
You're alone in your apartment, clothes strewn across the floor, your hand reaching for someone who isn't there.
So you do what you know how - you write.
And you write
and you write.
And then you record.
You find the business card you've been hiding from yourself for months, too scared to imagine the possibilities.
Your fingers trace over the words scribbled on the back as you read the email printed on the front. You can't see them but you know what they say. You've read them so many times you're convinced they're permanently ingrained into your memory:
You're so damn talented Camz. I just wish you could see it too.
Before you know what you're doing you've uploaded the audio file onto your laptop. You've attached it to the email listed on the piece of paper and pressed Send.
Before you know what you're doing, you've completely changed your life.
YOU ARE READING
The Space Between Us | camren (au)
Fanfiction"How strangely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city even though it has been told its entire life that it was meant for the shore." -Christopher Poindexter
