Collision (discontinued)

October 16, 2015

It's been a little over a week since Anya's breakup. We've had a total of three other conversations. One in the morning, in which I thanked her for the quieter music. She just replied with a smile and a request to know what I was listening to. Of course, I was embarrassed to admit it was my own music, the playlist of remixes. But she was fascinated. She asked if she could hear them. I gave her the extra copies on a flash drive. And then we shut our windows.

The second was similar, however it was in the darkness of the night. A new moon meaning there was no moonlight to brighten our conversation, like it had just a couple nights before. She returned the flash drive. She said I should make music of my own. I said I didn't have enough creativity. She said it started with poetry. I replied that I had never had a way with words. She gave me a book to read. the way i see things. Written by a YouTuber. Jessica Parker. She was popular in the news lately. I didn't really watch her videos. She's in her twenties, and a lot older than the two of us. I find it hard to relate to a woman who is over ten years older than me. But apparently she's funny, wise, and talented. At least, that's what Anya says.

The third was a little more exciting. I told her I had enjoyed the part of the book I'd read. She asked if she could recommend lyrics. I told her she was free to do whatever. She gave me a worn notebook and told me to do what I wanted with the lyrics. I told her I'd try my best. We shut our windows.

This last conversation was just two days ago. I have never worked so hard on a song. I have used autotune to make my voice sound better, more electronic. It fits the song, and I can't sing for my life. Today was the last day of school before fall break. I have all break to perfect these songs. It's only a week, though. But a week is enough.

The lyrics are deep. And her use of words is incredible. It's mesmerizing. It's like into the brain of someone and seeing their emotions and seeing the world through eyes and seeing the colors of things they see. It's fascinating. I would be intertwined with this project because of her, anyway. But, now, having read her poetry, I'm even more immersed in creating something incredible. Because I've been given such a wonderful start to work with, it drives me even more to finish it. And I can't wait to see the finished product.

Anya has changed. A lot. She wears bright clothes and she's letting her hair return to a natural stage. She doesn't really wear makeup and I don't think she's touched her contacts in a while. Her combat boots were replaced by converse and sometimes she wears a beanie or a flower crown or her hair is up in a ponytail or some kind of knot thing on her head. She sits outside a lot more, reading. Sometimes she has a blanket, and she has started wearing headphones. Listening to music. Listening to the remixes I made, which she copied onto her laptop.

I've been trying to write lyrics of my own. But words don't seem to flow as well for me as they do for her. She's got a gift, a certain ring with her words. It's too bad Chase failed to see how special she is.

-=+=-

Anya has been out all day, but now, as I sit outside my window, I can see she's watching a movie. I have been writing my own lyrics. Just sitting outside in the dark, cloudy night atmosphere, writing lyrics. Poetry. The past twenty minutes I've not been able to focus, since I've been trying to figure out what movie Anya is watching.

I turn my focus back to my notebook.

Seeing you was so bittersweet I almost died

My heart jumped but my head kept screaming: why?

And I almost thought that I could change the past

And I almost, but that never really lasts

And I'm shot

(A/N: :) EDEN )

"What're you writing?"

I shut my notebook, startled.

"I didn't mean to scare you. The Book Thief is boring when you've already read the book."

I smile at her as she climbs out the window.

"Is it a good book?"

"Incredibly. I'm currently reading Connor Franta's book. Hey, did you ever read that book I gave you?"

"Yes! I just, I've been busy working on those songs, that I haven't had time to read it..."

"You're working hard on that music, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I mean, you gave me such wonderful lyrics to work with that there's no way I can fail to make to good music with it. And I really want it to turn out well."

"I'm glad. Make sure to toss a rock to my window or something when you finish. I'd love to hear it. But, I'm going to sleep, music boy. Goodnight."

I nod.

"Goodnight, glasses girl."

She turns, shooting a teasing glare and I smirk back.

Her window shuts.

The rest of the night I spend writing poems. They don't rhyme and they don't ring, but I can hear the song already.