Azalea Rose Willow loves three things above everything else:
summer, the only season that mattered in her mind.
singing, alongside the comforting embrace of her guitar.
but above all, the easy camaraderie with the boy who lives next door to her, and...
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"Stupid, emotional, obsessive little me.
I knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave.
You found someone more exciting, The next second, you were gone.
And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong."
Time had flown by in district four, as it was currently March.
For the last three months of cruel winter, the hidden basement beneath the Andersen's restaurant became Azalea's sanctuary. Every Friday night, the familiar thrill of sneaking out coursed through her veins as she joined her newfound group of friends, their laughter and music a welcome escape from her daily routine.
But the real draw wasn't just the company; it was the stage.
Under the warm glow of the fairy lights, she poured her soul into the performing the songs she had written into her little book over the last few months. She initially sang about heartbreak, that was still weighing heavily onto her, but as the weeks passed, her repertoire began to evolve. Happier songs, and a newfound joy within herself as she healed from her pain.
"And you always say I'm never satisfied But I don't think that's true
'Cause all l ever wanted was to be enough for you."
She was a natural. Her audience became captivated by her voice instantly. More and more people had started to gather in the Andersen's 'friday night specials' purely to see Azalea Rose Willow sing.
Lukka and Trishia would be the loudest ones cheering after each song. Her new friend Annie became a constant attendant to all of her shows too.
She was in awe. There was a weird connection she felt with the crowd. At how strangers, all united by their own experiences, found solace in her voice.
"And maybe I'm just not as interesting, As the girls you had before.
But God, you couldn't have cared less, about someone who loved you more.
I'd say you broke my heart, But you broke much more than that.
Now I don't want your sympathy, I just want myself back."
While Azalea continued to find solace in singing, the reality outside those warm lights remained harsh. The freedom she found in singing still didn't translate to her studies though, her grades had not gone up since.
Which meant her relationship with her father Tomás strained further, filled with daily arguments and simmering tension. His disapproval hung heavy, a constant reminder of the expectations she wasn't meeting in his eyes.
She had arrived early home, something she didn't do often, choosing to stay after school with Trishia or Lukka, but the week had been so exhausting, she just wanted to lay in her bed. But the sight that greeted Azalea as she entered the house back from school felt like a punch to the gut.
