But There's More To You

3 | I don't feel so alone when I am with you

It was fast.

Too fast that Cynthia was in Jade's car almost every night after leaving her studio for the night, almost every night that Jade let the roof of his car slide down, converting to allow the cool breeze to touch Cynthia's cheeks, and almost every night that Cynthia's smile was just a little bit brighter.

Free. She felt as though the chains that usually pulled her down till she sunk into the dirt and could no longer breathe were just a tad bit looser, giving her the ability to move, to take the air in without feeling the heavy weight atop of her chest restricting her, to swim in the oceans of freedom till she could no longer remember who she was, who she was meant to be. Those few hours made her feel alive again although she was on the verge of giving up, they made her stand on her two feet for who she was, who she was born as, her real identity, Cynthia Rose, and not anybody else.

She had a life outside of music for the first time in years and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. Indeed, the fresh air against her face made her sigh in relief but she couldn't live independently outside of her music career, she wasn't sure how to. She was stuck between the notes and melodies, hanging off of unfinished lyrical masterpieces like a rotting corpse, only following Jade's steps for a guide, trying to discover the mysteries of the world she had missed, trying to regain that sense of life, to retrieve her lost soul.

Yet...in the midst of it all, her heart seemed to desire more than it could afford, longing for something more, something real to pull her out of the crisis she felt as though she was living in. She was sure she wasn't imagining things, she wasn't imagining the way the singer looked at her, the way he smiled at her with fondness, the way he listened to every single word she was to splutter out with no thoughts in her head, he didn't care, he listened even if nothing made sense and that itself, it made no sense because they hadn't known each other for longer than a two months and he was already stirring Cynthia's organs in her body, leaving her giddy, lips bitten and heart speeding up and trust Cynthia- it hadn't been her intention to start taking a liking to the beautiful singer but she just couldn't help but feel infatuated by his every move or every single word he allowed to slip past his lips.

It scared Cynthia how fast she was getting attached to the singer, how much she enjoyed stargazing alongside him even if Jade would mumble about those astronomic facts all night and Cynthia would understand none of it, how much she loved sitting in the passenger's seat beside Jade with the air stinging her cheeks because Jade knew how much the producer loved when he converted his car as he drove through the darkness of the night, how much she adored laying in the backseat of the singer's car chatting about everything yet nothing at all.

That feeling, it was a new one to her, something her heart unlocked the night she saw the moonlight shine in Jade's eyes, the night she realized eyes could look so much more beautiful than stars ever did, the night that somehow felt longer alongside the breathtaking singer.

"Thia, are you listening?"

And gosh- that fucking nickname that he'd suddenly started calling her by, it was able to disorient her in seconds, just like the wide spectrum of nicknames he would pick from every now and then.

The producer let go of her bottom lip that remained stuck between her teeth, blinking slowly before nodding, her eyes wide, staring back at the gorgeous emerald irises that remained fixated on her own.

But Jade could immediately crack her shell and so he did as he usually does and he only let out a tiny chuckle, eyes shrinking a little but his pupils expanding in size, dilating beautifully, as he reached his hand out, fingers digging in between Cynthia's chocolatey, brown locks to gently ruffle at her hair, careful enough not to tangle it, "You're lying again," he shook his head slowly, his own long strands shuffling over the leather of the backseat they were pressed against.