ADELINE O'CONNOR has been devastated since the last time she fell in love. Fans, gossips and even in interviews, all hover on the same topic. She's tired of only being recognized for being the ex of, instead of her records and amazing songs
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Adeline O'Connor
Water droplets crashing against the windows of the recording studio is all I can hear apart from me; humming quietly as I try to find the right tune for my new song. I rest my head on my leg on the small stool when I hear the studio door open behind me.
"How many times have I told you to wait for me downstairs?" I hear my boyfriend reprimand me accompanied by the thud his bag makes when he drops it on the floor.
"Sorry" I quickly apologise intuitively "I had an idea so I went up" I return my gaze to my notebook drumming the pen I hold in my hand to the new rhythm I discovered.
"Fine" Is all he says as he walks past me and plops down on the leather sofa that squeaks under his weight.
His dismissive tone grates on my nerves, but I try to ignore it, focusing instead on the melody in my mind. I scribble in my notebook, trying to capture the words and the notes before they slip away. The rain outside intensifies, creating a backdrop that usually helps me concentrate. But today, Caleb's attitude is a distraction I couldn't shake.
Suddenly, a cheerful "ding" brakes through the quiet of the studio. My heart skips a beat as I glances at Caleb who reach for his phone with a slight grin, clearly amused by something on the screen.
"What's that?" I ask, my voice tinged with curiosity.
He glances up, his expression nonchalant. "Oh, just a message" he reply, his tone indifferent.
I raise an eyebrow, feeling a twinge of suspicion. Since a few days ago, Caleb, has started to act differently; every time he gets a message he flashes a little grin on his face, I don't want to think anything bad, but.... I have my suspicions.
"Fro-?"
"Why are you so paranoid all the time?"
I feel a surge of frustration taken aback by his chosen words "Paranoid? What are you talking about?" I shot back, my voice tinged with irritation.
He shrugs, still focused on his phone "It's just a message, chill out" he says casually.
I scoff. It drives me crazy that he's the one saying I'm paranoid when he's always the one asking about my messages and it's the first time I'm asking him just to discard my suspicions.
"I'm not being paranoid, I just want to know who's messaging you" I ask anyway, if he has the right to ask me, I do too, no?
He finally looks up, meeting my gaze with a hint of annoyance. "Why do you always have to make a big deal out of everything?" he snaps, his tone sharper now.
