"Fuck him. Let him find out, he doesn't deserve you Val..." Ryder said as he looked at me over his eyelashes with a sharp expression that left my stomach swarmed by butterflies and my mind puzzled
He then passionately pressed his lips against mine c...
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𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩; 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
"I wanna run...I wanna run..." I hummed softly while playing my piano with my eyes shut searching for a song
Times like this I wish Deji and Charli were right by my side, if they were I know I'd have a hit.
My new album needed a love song as well as a name and the labels have been at my neck about it. I had songs but they all catered to heartbreak, my lifestyle, or partying.
Love was the last thing on my mind, I hadn't felt such a way in so long that I couldn't even remember what it was like to feel like my heart was skipping beats by the mere gaze from another.
I couldn't help but yell in complete irritation before groaning remembering I wasn't alone as I finally opened my clenched eyes seeing Ryder wasn't too far away.
"You know, I don't think that's gonna help Elle...but, it is impressive you can play with your eyes closed." He then said causing me to laugh
"I don't think I can do it..." I voiced truthfully after my laughter calmed causing me to place my hands over my face letting my stress overwhelm me
"Hey..." Ryder replied sternly showing in his tone he didn't like the comment
"It's the truth Mouse. Between the stress of the video shoots, upcoming interviews, award shows plus the tour I'm not going to be able to finish my album in time." I ranted before sighing and moving my hands to look him in the eyes even though he was standing over where I sat
"If it means anything...I believe in you. All of this you've done before and I know you can do it again." Ryder said reassuringly washing away about ninety-five percent of my nerves from that one statement alone
