Inquisitive and thoughtful,
She was the challenge he'd been waiting for
A reminder that creativity runs deep, like secrets
Dark eyed dreamers - they were a dangerous pair
“Q” next to “U”, scribbled out on paper

They stop
They go
They're done

Go back to the place we knew before
Retrace our steps to the basement door
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile
Like so much time that we spent in the fall
Put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold
Preceding what became our bitter end

Round in circles - let's start over
Round in circles - let's start over

Unanswered questions
Would be the only thing to stop them now
He was the poet, while she was the muse
She had a pen that she knew how to use
A touch of redemption, a hint of elation
A recipe for disaster

Go back to the place we knew before
Retrace our steps to the basement door
I'll ask you if the rain still makes you smile
Like so much time that we spent in the fall
Put color in our cheeks while the air turned cold
Preceding what became our bitter end

Let this be a lesson to us all

Round in circles - let's start over
Round in circles - let's start over

Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles
Round in circles

Circles – All Time Low

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Three weeks later

Alex watched Jack intently as he played his guitar riffs in the recording room, the red light above his head to notify everyone to not make a sound. The vocalist held his phone tightly in his hands as he watched, the yearning to call her never subsiding.

He had wanted to call her since they arrived in California. He wanted to call her and tell her he loved her and he would come back to her. He glanced down at the tattoo on his forearm. He promised her, and he couldn’t break that promise. But still, how and when would he come back?

A phone call is a start.

Without thinking, he walked out of the control room and into the studio’s lobby. He sat down on one of the comfy chairs, looking down at his contacts. He stopped at the contact, Hamilton ;). He suddenly put the phone up to his ear, listening to the ringing.

It rang and rang, until finally it hit her voice mail: “You’ve reached Victoria’s phone, leave your message after the blah, blah, blah …”

He wanted to laugh, but as soon as it beeped and hit her voice mail, he hung up. He couldn’t do it. He was basically torturing himself. They were done, and he couldn’t do anything about it. They were at two different ends of the spectrum.

He had broken his promise.

The End.

Notes

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