His Peace

Space Bound

Marshall's POV

" Yo, Em. You good man?" Curtis asked, looking at me a little concerned. I couldn't keep my mind off that beauty I just left. I felt so fucking empty without her in my arms. I miss her so bad it hurts yo. What was I thinking leaving her there. I know I had no choice but damn this shit is hard. What did she say it was? Torturous? ye,  torturous. 

" Yes man, just lost in my thoughts." He just hummed at my response and went back to whatever he was doing. I guess he realised I wasn't in the mood to hold any conversations.

"Currently, we are still on the jet heading to the D. I was looking  over the last song I wrote for the newest album. As I read through the lyrics, I couldn't help but think of my muse for this song. Zenobia had me addicted and she doesn't even know. Two days with this girl, and I'm hooked. She is truly a special kind of drug. 

" Yo Dre, as soon as we land, I wanna head to the studio to record this song. I think I have my final song for recovery." 

" Aight cool. You got a lot of shit to do once you drop this album Em, don't beat yourself up about leaving. You can always fly out to see her whenever your schedule frees up." I just shrug at his response. I know he was trying to make light of the situation but he doesn't know how fucked up I am feeling not being able to see her and touch her whenever I want to.

I looked back at the lyrics trying to visualise a beat that would go well with what  have in my head. I really do need the distraction.

It has been about 5 hours since we touched down and headed to the studio, I was finished recording Space Bound. I really hope she hears this. I'm now sitting in a corner of the booth watching as the guys drink and celebrate the completion of another album. I wasn't feeling it at all. I took out my phone and decided to text Zee.

Me: 

Hey,  I know you should be sleeping right now, but I just want you to know I miss you so damn much right now.

I threw my phone on the table next to me. It's currently 11:28 am here, so it should be around 4:28 pm over there. I groaned, pulling my hair. Man, I'm frustrated. The guys had some girls over, and normally, I wouldn't mind them being all over me but not tonight, yo. I got up, shoved my phone in my pocket, and walked outside for some fresh air. The old Em would've been so high by now. I looked down at my sobriety necklace. It really has been a journey. I heard my phone's notification and groaned. I really didn't have the time to deal with Paul. I looked at my phone, and a smile made its way to my face.

Zee:

I miss you so much. I hadn't been able to sleep last night. I wasn't sure whether to message you or not." 

I frowned at her response and called her. I am really not a texter. After the second ring, she answered. God, I miss her voice. 

"Hey, babe," I say, my voice softening as I hear her sweet voice on the other end of the line." How is your day so far?" 

"Oh, Marshall," she sighs, "it was chaotic as always. But I managed to get through it. How about you? How was your flight?"

"Long as fuck" I say. "I've got an interview in New York next month. I wish you could be there."

"Me too," she says wistfully. "But I'll be cheering you on from here. Just promise me you'll stay safe, okay?"

"Of course, love," I replied, my heart swelling with affection. 

We chatted for hours, discussing everything from her students' latest antics to my new album. We are miles away, but somehow, the miles between us seem to fade away now we're on the phone.