the night :: c.h. (2)

t h r e e / m a r

M A R C H

Time heals wounds, they say.

The truth is, the only thing time really does is help you accept that your heart has, at one point, been broken.

Time helps you live with the pain, until someday when you hopefully forget about your heart being torn in two.

What didn't help much was the fact that in the upcoming weeks, his mom and Calum wouldn't speak a word. She couldn't even look him in the eyes and Calum knew it was killing her inside, but what should he do about it? Apologizing that she was wrong when she thought he was self-harming? Hell no.

His friends stopped pressuring to get back to songwriting either, until that one day when they had a serious band meeting after playing the same songs over and over for months. People were getting bored. The at first growing hype about a young band from this small town close to Philadelphia seemed to be no longer existing.

"Young teenagers and their very bad attempt at trying to make it", was the only thing you would ever heard anybody say.

He knew that the band was in great danger, and that the others always needed a shot or two to get a good song together, and he knew that somehow they were still relaying on him as the main songwriter there. They didn't mean to come of as rude. They were hopeless.
Especially now with everybody worrying for their exams, and everybody thinking about wether to apply for a college or not. If there wasn't any record label getting to notice the band, it was only a matter of time till every band member went off in different directions.

A feeling of nostalgia, that the only thing he ever seemed to be really good at was breaking apart now as well, and he was basically left with nothing, he sat back at the bar he was working at, even now, a couple month back into the school year.

Without any kind of motivation he leaned forwards to rest his elbows on the bars table, the night breaking in and the customs slowly finishing their meal or drinking their last sip.

He sighed as he covered his face in his palms.

"Love?", he heard a girls voice from behind.

He tilted his head towards her to see a dirty blonde step next to him to clean dry glasses. Her hair was in an effortless ponytail and her green eyes sparkled reflecting the light.

Calum hesitated before slowly nodding. It was true. Love was the reason he was unable to speak up about his feelings in songs the way he used to. It was the reason he acted the way he did, felt tired and sad and unimportant. It was the reason why she, had to leave him in the first place.

"A girl?", she gazed up to him for short before turning back to the glasses in her hand.

He nodded again. It was weird to talk about it like that. He had spent a lot of time thinking about it, but actually talking about it with another person made it actually become real again.

"I'm Kaycee.", she introduced herself as she put all the cleaned glasses up to the shelf behind them. "This is actually my dad's pub. I'm working for some days as long as Leonardo is sick. You must be Joy's son."

"Calum.", he told her.

"Calum. Right.", she repeated, a slight smile on her face. She had those cute dimples close to her mouth and when she spoke she paid full attention to him. He thought she was cute that she just randomly spoke to him, when nowadays everyone seemed to get the least involved with him as possible.