A songwriter discovers that the love song she wrote for someone close to her has been used to woo a glamorous influencer. As the betrayal comes to light, she must decide whether to reclaim her music and her heart or let the people who used her get away with it.
yourself you'll never let go I'm going to California with you Mara I opened my laptop deadline was midnight for three years my early decision application had been aimed at New York Lennox dream school his city his future he'd study music performance I'd be right there beside him I deleted New York he's
going east, so I'll go as far west as I can. I logged into the band's social media accounts. Every video shot and edited by me. Every caption written by me. Every comment replied to by me. I didn't delete anything. Instead, I revoked my own admin access, pulled every unpublished draft, locked away every demo. The band account was still there, but there'd be no trace of me left in it.
And I didn't care if anyone picked it up or not. And Mara don't tell anyone. Not yet. Application submitted. Access revoked. both reversible and Lennox didn't know about either that night I filled the bathtub to the brim when I undressed the marks were still there now they just looked like proof that I had been
stupid I scrubbed until my skin turned raw it didn't help and the worst part was I could remember how good it felt when he touched me his breath against my ear his weight over me Willa his voice saying my name like i was the only girl in the world but i wasn't no good night text from lennett six years we had never missed a single night even when we fought even when he was busy
even when i fell asleep first and woke up to three messages from him tonight nothing that hurt more