Music & Lyrics

Echoes of Silence

This is kind of a different type of story. Let's see how this one goes. I know this is a second one with The Weeknd but let's just say I am slightly obsessed with his music. Enjoy.

-T

P. S. Taylor is inspired by my man cruch Nicholas Kevin Stanley Yunge-Bateman

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I think I've been staring at this freezer for ten full minutes now. I have run out of ice cream and just half way through the first season of Orange is the New Black plus dealing with a heartbreak I need the perfect Ice cream. I just went through pints of cherry, vanilla and mango Haagen Dazs in the last few days but I need more.

This is how I deal with my current situation, the heartbreak one. It's been a month since my boyfriend Caiden and I broke up. I don't think it hurts as much as it should after three years but I think deep down I always knew this would happen. It still hurts, because I really gave my all and received nothing.

I chew on my bottom lip still undecisive from all the Ben & Jerry's, Magnum and Haagen Dazs options.

"If I were you, I'd take the caramel Haagen Dazs." Someone directly behind me says.

I gasp and suck in a breath. My nostrils fill with the most delicious of smells. Expensive cologne with a hint of aftershave and something else I can't quite pinpoint. I turn to look back and try not to let my face show much appreciation to that handsome complexion.

He has brown hair, straight and just begging to be tousled, whiskey colored eyes, and a perfectly trimmed stubble. He's gorgeous but I simmer down my lady reaction and bits and simply raise an eyebrow. "Why is that?"

"Well, it's delicious but it all depends on the occasion." He leans on the shelf to his left, arms crossed. "If what you want is to eat ice cream per se with cake, I'd take the caramel, vanilla, strawberry, cherry or any other fruit flavor, if I wanted ice cream just for the fun of it I'd take something like Cheesecake flavored, Key-lime pie or other dessert-flavor. If I was dealing with getting over an ex or say just mourning something, I'd take the german chocolate fudge, the cookies and cream or any other chocolaty thing available." He finishes.

"Quite the ice cream connoisseur you are." I say quite amused.

He chuckles and goosebumps form across my skin. "Well, I've had some time to experience, so which shall you choose?"

"Well, I think I am going to go with some of your choices." I say and turn to finally open the freezer. Grabbing three pints, I drop a caramel, german chocolate fudge and a cheesecake pint on my basket.

I look up at him and he smiles. "You won't regret your choices." He moves toward me and I can't help the mini gasp at his proximity. He opens the freezer and takes out just one pint, a caramel one. He must really love his sweet caramel.

I clear my throat and move away walking towards the cashier who is drooling for the ice-cream connoisseur. He's right behind me as I start emptying my basket.

"That will be $17.98." I reach my back pocket to retrieve my debit card from my between my phone and case when I catch from the corner of my eye Mr. Connoisseur paying my bill. My eyes go wide.

"What do you think you are doing?" I ask annoyed.

"Paying." He says simply.

Who the hell does he think he is? "Dude what the hell, this is so wrong in so many ways I don't even know where to begin!"

"With a thank you perhaps?"

My eyes widen my brows going to my hairline.

"And it's Taylor not Dude."