"Give me a reason to turn and run, give me a reason to burn this house down. Give me a reason, I wish you would, wish you would.
"Give me a reason for disaster, and I'll be happy ever after. Give me a reason, I wish you would, wish you would."
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Though he'd known them since he was a brash and impulsive fourteen year old, Adam didn't like playing music with them anymore.
Their fourth album, Transit of Venus, didn't give him that sense of joy that came from writing all the other albums. It seemed forced, and not at all genuine. Naomi had left him for God knows what, and it hurt. Nothing seemed to be going right.
With everything going on lately, he looked as thin as a skeleton. For his mental and physical health, he had to leave and start all over again.
But how? How would he do it without hurting his friends? How would he do it without hurting himself in the process?
Adam didn't know, but he'd sure as hell find an answer to everything.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
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─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
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