It was always going to end like this: with me alone in my room. I knew it when we first kissed, when we fucked, and when we cuddled at night. Sure, he promised to text me and record more vocals, but how likely was that? He was with his friends now, people he had known much longer than me, and they would help him forget about me soon enough.
All I had for sure now was the recording of his voice and a handful of song sketches I had come up with that morning, all inspired by him.
Before I knew it, it was already nine, and I had transformed our demo into a complete song with drums, bass, strings, and synthesizers. I had reworked the bridge and added a new solowith a temporary synthesiser, which I planned to replace with a custom instrument sampled from his voice. I’ve experimented with that technique before, but I’ve never had a sample as perfect as this one to work with.
I saved the file and hit play again, letting the new intro wash over me, when my phone lit up. I glanced at it, and when I saw who had texted me, I paused the playback.
Sebastian
Guess where I am!
I think you would’ve liked it here.
The next message was a photo that wouldn’t show in the preview.
My fingers trembled as I unlocked my phone.He really had kept his promise to text me.Maybe there was actually a chance he’d keep the second one, too.
