☆ trapped under ice ☆

☆ fourty ☆

allys pov

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after the whirlwind that was 'metallica's first tour', i found myself slipping back into the familiar routine of working my usual shifts at the gas station.

the job wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills and offered a sense of stability. as i scanned items at the register and exchanged small talk with customers i couldn't help but appreciate the simplicity of it.

it was a relaxed job, a welcoming rest from the chaos that often accompanied life on the road and all the gigs.

during those quiet hours, my mind couldn't help but wander to the future. i didn't have a grand plan for the rest of my life, and strangely, that felt liberating.

the uncertainty felt less daunting now, and i know that i had time to figure things out.

reflecting back on the experiences of the tour, the memories, the drunken nights, i couldn't help but smile.

it was a kind of life i could enjoy forever. and, especially with my soulmate, james, by my side, everything felt complete.

as the days turned into weeks, and the seasons changed, i found joy in the simple pleasures life had to offer. the ways of time brought about both moments of pure bliss and challenges that tested my resilience.

but one thing remained a constant, an unwavering anchor in the hardships of our lives was the sweet love that james and i shared.

the passage of time was not without its share of trials. we faced storms, saw uncertainties, and navigated through the seasons of joy and sorrow.

through it all, our love guided us.

the laughter and tears, the victories and defeats, all woven together into our story. the nostalgic feeling of time passing hung in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the days gone by.

lying in bed with james, my face nestled against his chest, i traced the contours of his face with a gentle finger. the dim light in the room accentuated the lines and shadows of his face.

as i moved my finger along his features, i couldn't help but marvel at the journey we had undertaken.

we had once been just two high school kids, navigating the uncertainties of adolescence, dreaming of a future that seemed distant and undefined. now, here we were—twenty-somethings, molded by the experiences, challenges, and love that had shaped us into who we had become.

turning my thoughts to the future, the unknown stretched before us like an unwritten script. the promise of metallica's next chapter. the boys, with a fiery determination and an unwavering passion for their craft, had already begun on the creation of a new album.

pride swelled within me as i considered the strides they had made. the success of the tour, their resilience, and the commitment to their music spoke of a band destined for greatness.

in the quite stillness of the room, i whispered to james, "im proud of you.".

james pov: