I can feel every pulse like my own heartbeat, every single boom of the bass. And with the reverberation of every heavy note, my blood swims within pleasure and lightning.
My eyes flutter shut. I don't want to see. I only want to hear and feel this... these electric pulses vibrating through every cell of my body, carrying me up, up and up, somewhere high and away.
I don't know where I am anymore. I see the melody: I feel it like a blanket falling above me and making me disappear, making me as real and as tangible as the music, while the rest of the world fades away.
I don't know if I'm breathing. I forget what that is, what that feels like. I forget everything. But this.
As the buildup rises in that split second of anticipation and blissful abandon, I hold my breath, lips parting. And when the bass falls back down, booming into the core of me, heavy and dark and carrying with it the weightless air of the voice, a wave of magic washes me over. It starts at my chest, quickening my breath as the harmonies sing, it spreads into my limbs as the sounds chime. The music is like diamond, like molten gold.
And then— the overlapping sounds are erased. Blown away, out of my body within one of my sighs, leaving only one final layer of melody. Like a single row of petals clinging to the core of a rose; like the lightening blackness of an empty sky, stars chased away by the rising sun. A parting melody; a goodbye.
And then even that ends, and it's over.
Even when the silence returns, and I feel the headphones being lifted from my head, my eyes remain shut.
It's been so long... since I've felt that.
Every nerve in my face works to keep it neutral; every second passing by, I fight emotion from spilling from my eyes.
But it isn't exactly sadness. It isn't exactly joy either. It's something from a forgotten treasure of the past. It's the finding of a glowing part of you that you've forgotten you've lost. That you've forgotten you need to feel... to feel—
"Isn't it mind-blowing?" Sky says. His voice is low and quiet, as if he knows, as if he felt it too.
I nod, though 'mind-blowing' doesn't do it any sort of justice.
"Where..." I breathe out, feeling heavy all of the sudden. The question loses itself on my tongue when I realize how futile it would be to ask where I can get a pair of these. I wouldn't ask my mom to waste her money on a pair of headphones. Not when it's going to be used for little more than two months now. So I redirect my sentence. "That song is..." I shake my head. "I've never heard anything like that."
"You like it?" he asks, excitement glittering in his eyes. They look childlike, but his face remains neutral. Controlled.
I tilt my head, giving a small, mischievous smile. "I don't know yet. You know how it is when you hear something for the first time."
His shoulders slump at my teasing, and he gives me a tired look. I try not to grin. "Oh come on, you were practically moaning back there."
Heat tingles on my cheeks, but shrug and keep up the game, wanting to see that excitement again. "I don't know... but the melody scheme is really nice. I just... I don't know yet."
"You have to like them," he stands on his knees, standing an inch taller than I do on my feet. I stop holding back my smile, and it grows in between his words. "I will not rest until you like them."
"Who's them?" I ask, crossing my arms. I've never seen this from him... this giddiness.
"This band. This music, this genre, electro pop, indie, whatever it is." He runs his hand through his hair. He catches himself though, and his energy fades back into control. He shakes his head, and laughs a bit embarrassedly. "This is more important to me than it should be."
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Asunder
Teen Fiction"Promise me. Promise me you'll never beg someone to stay when they're already gone." Tangled up a million knots, Kingsley has lost faith in happiness. Her heavy heart struggles to continue to beat, and she is slowing down. It seems to her that the w...
