One Year Later.
"Stop it," I giggle, pulling my hand away from his. "Don't make fun of my nails or I'll make you get a matching set."
"You can't even do anything with those!" Ben teases. "How are you gonna play guitar with twenty inch long nails?"
"These will only last a couple of weeks at best. Plus," I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, softly pressing the nails against his scalp. "I can do that."
"Well," He mutters with a smile. "Maybe I like the nails. That felt pretty good."
"Exactly," I lean forward and give him a quick kiss. "You leaving soon?"
"Mmm, I have a bit." Ben sits on the couch and grabs my guitar. The cloth already has a stain on it even though I've only had it for six months. "I think I'm getting better."
I sit next to him and watch as his hand tries to press a chord, but as he strums, you can hear how wrong it is. "Still needs work. You'll get there one day."
He frowns at me. "Maybe you're just not a good teacher."
"Maybe you're not a good listener." I take the guitar from him and set it back in its stand. "Go get ready for work."
"You just got home." Ben pouts, placing his hand on my waist. "I missed you last night."
"We'll go out when you get off work, okay?" I kiss him again and grin. "Then you'll have me all night."
He sighs but can't help his smile. "Fine, fine." I watch him stand up then walk back to our room. I turn the TV on and kick my feet up on the coffee table. My phone buzzes twice in my pocket so I pull it out, opening up the message.
Unknown Number: Hey
Unknown Number: It's Wilbur.
I stare down at the screen, my eyes wide and my breath taken away. Over the past year, I've been working hard to erase his memory from my life. I blocked his number and all of his social media, even the extra accounts he made to contact me. I knew that the second I talked to him, I would come running to him. I've thrown out his clothes, deleted each picture of us, even threw out that couch with so many memories, but of course, the internet still haunts me with it. I see pictures of him with the band everyday on social media, no matter how times I click 'Not Interested'. I see pictures of me and him, too. It hurts like hell each time, even though I've moved on. I've been dating Ben for four months now and I love him so much. He's handsome, sweet, funny, smart. He's amazing, and I won't let Wilbur ruin this. Even if I'm tempted to let him. So, I shut my phone off, ignoring the messages.
I walk to my room where Ben is combing his hair. I step to my bookshelf that holds my plants and water each one. "What do you wanna do for dinner?"
"Surprise me," Ben grabs his wallet off the nightstand then kisses my cheek. "See you tonight, babe."
"Have a good day." I tell him, pulling him in for a quick kiss before finally letting him go. As the front door shuts, my phone vibrates again.
Unknown Number: I just put out a new album last night if you want to listen to it.
Unknown Number: It's about you.
Unknown Number: Let me know how you like it when you give it a listen.
I feel my heart flutter at the texts. I've listened to Lovejoy's EP they put out, but I didn't think any of the songs were about me. Maybe they were, but I know they were all being written while me and him were still together, so I doubt it. But this is different; this is him telling me it's about me. I don't have to wonder who his muse was. Is the album angry, sad, hateful? I'm absolutely awful at making my own decisions, so I text Sofia.
