I'd been shut in the studio all day, no, who am I kidding, I'd been pretty much living in the studio for the past weeks. The tracks were fire, but something was missing from the album. Neither me or Sammy could place what it was, but it felt half finished. Sammy headed down to Santa Monica to clear his head, I cut my day short for the time in weeks.
I picked up Y/n's favorite take-away thinking we'd have our first dinner together since we moved in to our new apartment. Stepping out of the car I heard soft sobbing and instead of going through the front door I went around the house to find Y/N crying.
"Whats wrong Y/N?" I put my arms around her, she looked at me shocked first that I was actually already back. "How did you know I was crying?"
"Oh Y/N, we cut the day short and I just heard you when I was going in. Whats wrong?" I wiped her tears and a the bit of mascara that had smeared under her eyes with my sleeve.
She clearly felt self-conscious and stepped back a bit fixing her hair. "Another bird" She pointed at a dead bird on the patio. "... one was already too many."
"Oh babe.. When was the first one?"'
She looked around at area under the tree that had two little stones marking freshly covered spots. "On our first week here.."
"And you haven't told me of even one?"
"You were so busy, I didn't want you worrying over me not handling a birds death." She sobbed.
"But I love that your emotional and care about things around you." I kissed her forehead. "Let's get some curtains to this window, so the birds can see to avoid it."
