Swan Song (A Cody Carson Fanfiction)(Completed)

Swan Song - Prologue

OK so first off I'd like to say happy birthday to Cody Carson. He's turning 27 and I couldn't be more proud of him.  Second i hate to say that my Alex Gaskarth Fanfiction will not be continuing because i don't really have the passion to continue that story.  I just don't like it and i don't think I want to continue it. So i'm sorry for the people who liked that story but I hope you understand my decisions. Now, i hope you enjoy this new work that I made.  It's different from how I usually write so I hope you like it! /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Turning the key in the lock, I wait for the satisfying click.

Click.

I push the door open, taking the key out, I inhale deeply, the cold air from the outside entering my nose before it went away as the door closed.

I flick on the light switch; turning to the door I flip the sign on the door. We're open, it read

So this is my life now. I'm turning 20 in a few days, I'm not going to college, I own a comic book store and I live with my father. Well, he lives with me. I'm not complaining though, this store is nice, selling music as well as comics to add in some, diversity if you would like to call it that. I sell my own comics to which people seem to like. I just feels like it would be different though, if he was here. If he didn't leave.
I close my eyes as a small sigh escapes my lips, calming me down. I lift a box onto the counter, my fingers tracing over the new cds I just got.
I love music, not for the sake of stalking artists that make them like most people do. It's for the meaning, for the heart people put into it, that's what I love about it.

I frown as my eyes gaze upon the Cd that I've been listening to for a few weeks now.

Cinematics.
Whenever it plays he's on my mind and I hate it.
I hate him.
I let out a small sigh, running my hand through my hair I put the cd on and let it play over the speakers. I hate how he makes good music, I hate how he sings so perfectly, I hate it and I hate him.
I shake my head, getting him out of my systems as I place the Cds on the shelf. Sometimes I wish I didn't own this store all by myself.
Ring.
I run a hand through my hair and check my watch. Who wants a comic at ten o'clock in the morning?

"I'll be right with you!" My voice sounds of over happiness and excitement. Footsteps grow near as a body stops near.
"I can't believe you sell out Cd!" This person sounds of excitement and joy. "And you're playing it to I can't believe this right now."
I furrow my brows at this person's statement. It can't be, right?

I turn to this person, curiosity coming over me. "So you're in Set-"
At that moment it feels like it's in slow motion. My eyes stare into the gaze of the man I once knew, his gaze holding confusion at my hypnotized state. My fingers go limb and I drop the album I was holding. My body shakes as the cd falls, thud and thud until it stops, laying there, broken. Just like he left me.
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