A Heart Doesn't Break Even. |Max George & Siva Kaneswaran|

Could This Be Love?

*Now*

I look at old pictures on my phone. I skip The Wanted ones only Jay. Until I just can't unwatch Max. Can't believe it's been about a week since the two of us talked, since the day I walked away and left him for dead. I knew things would never be the same with my empty heart and his full of pain.

Jay must have told Siva that I'm here. It's also been a week since I last saw him. Not heard, we texted briefly. Siva sneaked out the hotel room. I read the text from Kelsey, the possible baby names are chosen and lots of love. Anthony or Ann Parker.

Max P.O.V.

The night goes slowly. I've been awake, writing songs. Inspiration flows in this room. I have a lot of sentences which I later put into a verse. They say things like : "I could've shown you America" and "She takes my breath away" ,
"She's got me calling everyday" ,
"I can't seem to get enough" ,
"Could this be love?"

Again my mind is taking off to my personal desire. Have you ever felt so hurt that you lay awake and think until the morning light comes? Thinking about where did it all go wrong? Was it meant to fail? Where to go from here? Please explain to me how it came to this take me back to the moment we first kissed. I wouldn't do it again, I would wait to lit our fire and make sure when we light up it would never burn and go up in flames.

The only chance we have from moving on is to go back to where it went all wrong. I didn't mean to stab Siva in the back, it would be easy though if he was the only obstacle. I want to try to take it back, can I? Can I take something back that wasn't real? I have a lot to loose, The Wanted. I have a lot to gain, Sarah.
I hope you can hear me I  am tired of missing you. I used to dream of being on one knee and being yours for live instead of being left for dead. Right there at that place in that moment my fighter lust died with me. I like to believe that I fight, all I've been doing is whine.

Sarah P.O.V.

Siva his face is slightly changing colour as the sun starts to rise. They say bad things happen for a reason, I haven't come up with one good reason. You can't hurt Siva he's a treasure. He's king. He came here to be with me silently enjoying the L.A. evening weather, evening turned into night and now morning. I decided to make him coffee and wait to do the talking.

We were both locked in words that we didn't know how to say. It got cold in the room. He was going in circles trying to talk about the love he thought we had, made. He said goodbye multiply times but he never went and he won't as none of us was about to move. In his eyes I could see he was replaying some of our moments. Did I let go?
At the end of the road they say love is the key.