long live | chris sturniolo

seven... 𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴

 real life, april 2024.

tour grew closer, as kylie grew sadder. she hid in her room, and slept all day. social media was avoided, and her phone laid on her bed. she didn't check it, she didn't want to.

she wanted to go back in time, she wanted to fix the way her brain works. she wanted to be able to go back and be honest with chris, maybe that would fix things. maybe if she could go back in time, she would stop the two of them from ever being together. it caused more pain than joy, at least now it did.

she felt like she had been stabbed in her heart, over and over again.

chris thought about picking up the phone, and apologizing. apologizing for how harsh he had been. he needed to understand kylie, instead of blaming her. maybe he needed to listen to her, maybe he needed to back off. 

distance did them well before, that's what he kept telling himself.

"chris, when the fuck are you going to call her? you keep moping around acting like you cant change how things went." nick said, groaning at the site of his brother. the triplets had argued with chris about how he fucked up, again. 

"phones go both ways," chris rolled his eyes, "plus i think we just need some space."

"christopher, have you met kylie? she probably thinks you're never coming back. she needs more reassurance than you do, relationships are about equity sometimes," matt gave his opinion, as nick nodded.

"look, you guys aren't in my relationship, so keep your opinions to yourselves," chris got up, and made his way to his room, closing the door behind him.

"what a fucker."

kylie sat on her bed, for another day of darkness. eliza and emma had slept at her apartment, making sure that she would be okay. they were worried, and keeping her in their proximity allowed them to know she was okay, she was at least breathing.

they would continue to bring her meals, try to talk to her. but were met with radio silence. they knew she would come out eventually, she always did.

a week after their fallout, kylie had fallen gotten out of bed for more than 2 minutes. she showered, and changed her clothes. she went to the kitchen, grabbing some food, and returned back to her bed. this time, she grabbed her guitar, looking at the 6 strings.

she felt a calling, for the first time in a week. she pulled out her pick, tuned her guitar, and grabbed a blank piece of paper.

she strummed, eli heard the sound coming from her sisters room, and smiled. 

she would be okay. 

kylie hummed softly as she plucked, and as she strummed up and down.

"but it's over

and you're driving me home

and it kinda comes out as i get up to go

you kiss me

in the car and it feels like the start of a movie

i've seen before

but its not real

and you don't exist.

and i cant recall the last time i was kissed

and it hits me in the car

and it feels like the end of a movie i've seen before

before," kylie softly sang.

maybe it wouldn't be as easy as eliza had hoped.

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