Best Mistake | Nicholas Chavez

Twenty four | fell apart

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"Nothing happened in the way I wanted
Every corner of this house is haunted
And I know you said that we're not talking
But I miss you, I'm sorry"

—••—

More than a year has passed since Amara and Nicholas's engagement, and they're now 22 and 23, with their wedding date finally set for June next year. It hasn't been easy—they've fought, had their messy arguments, and faced the ups and downs of life together, but they've always managed to work things out. Despite the challenges, their bond has remained strong, and the thought of finally tying the knot fills them with both excitement and a sense of relief.

"How's it going?" Nicholas asked, walking in after a long day of work.

Amara was sitting on the couch, a pen in her hand, staring at a blank notebook. "Horrible," she pouted, letting out a frustrated groan.

She had been stuck in a creative block for hours, struggling to write songs for her album. She wanted something powerful, meaningful—yet the words just wouldn't come.

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. "I thought you had everything figured out for this song. What happened?"

Amara flopped back on the couch, letting out another groan. "I thought I did too, but now everything feels... forced. Nothing is flowing. It's like the music is stuck."

Nicholas sat down beside her, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Well, maybe you just need a little break. Or... a different kind of inspiration."

Amara shot him a skeptical look, though the corner of her mouth twitched up. "What are you talking about?"

He leaned in slightly, teasing. "Maybe a little distraction will help you clear your head."

"Uh-huh. And what kind of distraction are you suggesting?" Amara raised an eyebrow, her tone a mix of curiosity and playfulness.

He shrugged innocently. "I don't know... maybe I can give you something worth writing about, new positions to try out." Nicholas's lips brushed against her neck, and Amara felt a wave of warmth settle over her as he pulled her closer. She laughed softly, shaking her head, but she couldn't hide the smile growing on her face.

"Guess I could use the break," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him.

They both melted into each other, letting the tension of the past few weeks fade away in the quiet intimacy they shared. For a little while, everything felt perfect, a welcome pause from the stresses building around them. The world outside, their insecurities, and frustrations faded as they let themselves just be, relishing each other's presence.

In those moments, wrapped up in each other, it felt as though no problem could truly pull them apart. It was their last calm before the coming storm, a reminder of the love that, despite everything, still held them together.

—••—

Amara stepped into the recording studio, where Marco, the singer and DJ she is going to work with, was already waiting with a relaxed, confident smile. He stood up, extending his hand. "Amara, it's great to finally meet you," he said smoothly, his voice warm.