Have I understood you more, have I chosen to stay a little longer---will things change? will you still be here with me?
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A short story 🏳️🌈
We went into complete turmoil even before our world tour ended. Zach left immediately the moment the last leg is over---and I remember the agonizing pain I felt and the tears I shed as I perform on stage. the fans cried with me, with us. there's now a huge hole, a gap that only Zach could fulfill. without him, this band will never be the same again.
Lucian fought tooth and nail to have the rights to our band's name. we won. the management let us go and freed us from that slave contract. we are now on our own.
but as we reached that victory---it is my heart that was the price of it all. it was my love that ended as the band, the rest of us---decided to call it a day.
Lucian announced that he's an expecting father soon. He was so happy that it destroyed me entirely. I broke down and went MIA. Henry and Noah tried to hold us up, to keep the band together---but they failed.
We all failed. but what we failed the most is not just our fans. but the great friendship we once had.
the once stranger lads, who became the best of friends, brothers---ended up as strangers once again.
we parted ways.
the band broke up.
and will never come back.
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"Nexus, get ready in ten."
the director said, as the last stage for my newest music video is coming to an end and we'll be wrapping up.
"I'll be there."
I said. I was about to stand up when I knock something and it fell on the floor.
an old magazine---with my former bandmates on the cover. the smiles, the joy and love of youth is seen on our faces as we look at the camera. the photo is slowly fading---but the feeling I had remained. it didn't fade away.
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I pick it up and graze my finger on a particular face---the one that I was once so in love with dearly. that boy who had my heart at the palm of his hand.
and he still does, until now.
"Have I understood you more, have I chosen to stay a little longer---will things change? will you still be here with me?"
my tears fell on the magazine cover, on his handsome and stunning face.
We were too young back then to know about forever.
and what we have now are just the dying embers of yesterday---that was once a bright, burning flame....
