brokenbruisedbassist

[brokenbruisedbassist]

Circles Back to You

When it comes to musicians claiming you’re hurt isn’t enough. You have to dig deeper. Search into your goddamn soul. He’s a musician but he’s no song writer but he tries. He tries to find the right way to describe the pain he’s currently enduring. Maybe he needs some help. Grabbing the bottle he pours what is left of the whiskey into the glass and tosses it straight down the hatch. He blinks his eyes a couple of times. Can feel the haze washing over him. Tonight had been bad. Scratch that, these last few weeks had been hell. He tries to grasp how he had gone from feeling on top of the world to so damn low. It’s his fault. That night at the bar when he had spotted Camila, after getting over the initial shock of her appearance he had immediately noticed how out of place she seemed to be. There’s always this pull around her so it was no shock he ditched his current company to be with her. She had been shocked though, not understanding how he’d let a sure thing like that go. Why couldn’t she understand that when it came to her he’d choose her over everyone? His admission had caused a spark of something in her eyes. Somehow that spark had resulted into something else entirely.

He hadn’t expected to leave the bar with her. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be with her. Even now he can still taste her on his lips. She had been so eager to take care of him but he had taken care of her that night. Given her something he’s sure Billy never offered. He had made love to her and worshiped her because god dammit a sure fire thing like her deserved to feel sexy and loved. Suddenly he feels hot. Practically ripping off his jacket and tossing it across the room. He forces those images from that night to fade because he’s hurting enough as is. That night had been a mistake. On the balcony tonight, she had claimed it wasn’t and that she was happy that it happened. He’s not though because unlike her he can’t forget. He doesn’t want to forget.

They had both been swept up in the moment but the reasoning had been different. Camila, had been swept up in wanting to forget that her husbands heart seemed elsewhere. She had wanted to feel wanted again. Eddie had only been swept up in her. Like always. It’s that reason alone for why Camila is currently cuddled up to her husband at some party and he’s alone in this hotel room nursing his heartbreak. In the end, they had used each other. She had used him to forget and he had used her to fulfill the yearning he’s carried for her all these years. He swallows the lump in his throat. Glaring at the empty glass he doesn’t even have time to stop himself and angrily chucks it across the room. Watching it shatter against the wall. He finds irony in the way the shattered glass matches his shattered heart. How fucking poetic.

[brokenbruisedbassist]

Discarded in the Trash.

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