you then took me to your room, where your walls were cluttered with band posters and graphic tees.
we sat on the floor, as you placed an unknown vinyl onto the record player, a slow chorus of notes played lowly.
"music, makes you feel like you aren't alone, that there's something to live for," you whispered.
your mood changed from happy to sad, and that hurt my heart to think of you as unhappy.
the song that played was Terrible Things, by Mayday Parade.
"are you sad, michael?" i asked you, and you glanced at our outstretched legs.
"i don't know what i am, faye."
YOU ARE READING
records
Fanfiction||book three of the obsession series || m.c you loved records, and i loved you.
