palaye royale | completed

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I sit on the counter and listen to Emerson softly cuss at himself in the room next door. And I feel I should be doing the same.

I should've stopped him the minute we started. Although he's a great individual with the best humour and the ability to make me feel so calm, this won't work out.

And although, I like him for his weird sassiness and fruity scent, this really won't work out.

He's a boy in a band and I'm a stranger in his tidal pool of future world tours!

And I let my guard down for a Jack Sparrow lookalike. I need to fix this.

I jump off the counter and walk out, towards Emerson, who's pacing around my lounge like he's lost his phone and he's trying to remember exactly where he left it.

"Emerson..." I mumble, he looks up at me and I spot a hint of pity in his eyes and I know it shouldn't, but it makes my heart wheeze and my mind starts racing thinking how we came to this point in a few hours and I don't pity him. So, why does he?