It was like red ribbons streaming down my arms. The pain all washed away with the tide. How many pills is enough to make me never wake. How can no one see such a simple thing, or do they see it but just ignore. I want to ignore that voice in my head.

*we don't want you anymore, I don't want you anymore, leave, die, I hate you, you're just a burden, you're annoying*those were the only things echoing in his mind -bully -blood -suicide -trauma -abuse -anxiety -depression

Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.

"i will be posting this in royalroad - author" A Song for Sofia *A story of music, healing, and the strange passage of time.*

Tears stung my eyes. How does he? Why does he? What's he trying to do? Bring me down? Show people who I am now? How does he know? He knows my name and somehow my story. I can't open my mouth to ask him, to yell at him, I don't even have the strength to pull his hand away from my cheek where he swipes the tears off as tears of his own come into his eyes. His primary coloured eyes which made me feel safe 10 seconds ago until they ricocheted into a deep void of my secrets. "That changes a person, even someone as strong as you." ✖️ "Amy-" {pronounced M-E//emmie} "Are you fucking stupid?" I state turning my head fiercely making sure no one was around to hear. ✖️ If you want a playlist to listen to while reading this fanfic; I chose these songs specifically for this fanfic! https://open.spotify.com/user/aliss-ugh19/playlist/2veNcR7OjVRpQQNwP3FSNJ

I would not mind leaving this hell for another. Because I could not care less if I throw away my life of failure and inadequacy as long as you were with me. I was another stranger, another faceless being in the tapestry of your dreams. And you held my heart like a guitar peg, twisting and twisting until I snapped. Playing with my strings until my sound tore to shreds and I vanished into the mere noise of the world. And I did not mind it. Because when you met my eyes, I thought I saw myself reflected in yours. But it was not me who was there. It was my own hell. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [10,000 - 15,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Contains discussion about suicide and depression. Read at your own risk.

"it's cold outside like i've never known i hold you knowing i'll have to let you go and this night is ours, quiet and clear we dance but soon the only proof we were even here" - footprints in the snow by jamie lawson

She wants to be heard, he wants to be loved. Two worlds collide, and neither of them knew what life had in store for them. Melody is ignored by her family and is picked on at school. She believes the world is nothing but a disappointment and is just waiting to leave for college. When she goes to a party with her friend she gets sabotaged and when she returns to school, her life is changed. Melody is given the opportunity to write a song with Kyle Jefferson, the son of Richard Jefferson, a famous music producer. She says no at first but when Richard is offering to pay for her college, any college of her choice, Melody knows she can't refuse. As she works close with Kyle, they form a friendship and soon Melody feels happy again. But the troubles of her past threatens her happiness. Will she stand back and let the past control her? Or will she finally make people hear her voice?

"I can't see you, love." AU where Ashton is indeed blind.