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[thursdaystarchild]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆.

anton is a loved musician.

his works are everywhere. be it a music store, a clothing store, heck even a restaurant will play his songs.

his fans love his songs, especially his lyrics. it's so full of love and content, like he's actually inlove. which he is, it's just nobody else knows yet.

the inspiration behind his music is his lovely bestfriend of 10 years, and girlfriend of 2 years. behind every song that he writes, you are always beside him—helping him create a melody, a beat, a sound. it was your own bonding moment, always a harmonious one because the two of you are able to have fun and enjoy without being bombarded with cameras.

the world knew you were a close friend of anton, his treasured childhood friend but they didn't know he confessed to you with the same song that went insanely popular because of its melancholy melody and daring lyrics.

you are so precious to him.

even right now, seated comfortably on the space between anton's crossed legs, you were humming a random tune you came up with, his studio microphone already in your hands as he busy himself with clicking some files on his large computer.

it was comforting how this is almost your daily routine after coming back from university everyday. visiting your boyfriend in his wide studio and bringing him food he personally requested—of course he pays you back with money more than you payed with plus a lot of kisses and quality time.

"that's a pretty tone, sweets." he calmly tells you, kissing your temple lightly. you hum, unaware of the smitten eyes he has on you. "and you're really pretty too."

that, your ears catch. your face reddening in a span of seconds as he watches you quietly with a cute chuckle escaping his pretty lips.

anton can just get used to this, he already has. it's been 2 years since you started dating and he made his intentions clear that he'll always fluster you whenever he has the chance. "focus on your work, love." you pulled your hands away from the recording button to gently move his face away from staring at you to the computer infront of him—he turns back anyway and you huff defeated.

"but you are a part of my work. my lovely, little music muse." he grins at you mischievously, lithe fingers tickling your sides softly to emite a small laughter out of you. you're beautiful, he thinks. whatever he did in his past life to meet you now and have you by himself, he was just thankful.

"gosh, anton. you're killing me here!" you laugh aloud, squirming in his hold as he peppers you with kisses that leaves you in a haze, because wow, his lips are soft.

"yeah, yeah. but hey, one day i'll introduce you to the whole world."

your laughter slowly lowered as you look at him in the eye, he only holds sincerity and love for you, screw him and his head over heels emotions, but he was honest and genuine.

"i know, you always keep your words." a smile graced your lips, your hands delicately fixing his bangs from the earlier fun you both had, his protective eye glasses falling from his nose too, and you fix that for him.

"i love you." he tells you, so tender that you think he'll break if he even says it one more time. anton leaned closer to you, his hands finding your wrist to stop the movement it's doing to his hair.

a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, and a passionate one to your lips.

ah yes, his music muse. in his arms tonight and to more nights in the future. only his, for him to love and adore. for him to write songs to and about. you're just that person, his harmony.

I'm gonna marry your daughter

And make her my wife

I want her to be the only girl that I'll love for the rest of my life

And give her the best of me 'til the day that I die, yeah

I'm gonna marry your princess

And make her my queen

She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen

I can't wait to smile

As she walks down the aisle

On the arm of her father

On the day that I marry your daughter

[thursdaystarchild]

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏.

light footsteps with the scrunch of snow beneath his feet, anton walks with a heavy heart.

wearing a white turtle neck and a long, black coat, he heads to the funeral of you.

you, the same girl he fell inlove with for 3 years now. you, who felt out of his league. you, who he barely talked with but he was falling harder each time you'd look his way and greet him with a simple 'hello' or a smile that feels sickening sweet he starts to believe you're an angel.

due to an unfortunate accident, you were gone in a heartbeat. before he could even blink, you were already the buzz and news around the school.

"you heard? she got in a serious accident."

"i'm surprised her sibling survived even though they were in the same car."

he wished it wasn't true, he wished he was hearing things, he wished you'd walk in and tell everyone you're fine and you didn't happen to be on a forever slumber in your casket. he wished you'd come back.

his hands played with the neatly folded paper in his hands. there conveys his message of adoration for you, his feelings, his emotions, and his permission to court you personally. but he felt like a coward, a loser even, when he saw your desk cabinet full of letters and a few dried flowers from different admirers.

as expected, you were loved by basically everyone.

you were sweet, kind, caring, thoughtful, thankful; you were everything good in this world. so why would you take notice of him? he was almost a nobody, a mediocre boy, he was just a classmate you didn't know.

he stood by your desk then, no one around with his heartbeat almost punching out of his chest with the thought that someone might catch him lingering too much despite the school dismissal—he pushed your chair back to your desk after closing the small cabinet overflowing with letters.

i can't do it.

now here he is, standing alongside many of his, your classmates. it was your final day and you were going to be let go, eternally.

he didn't want to, no, he was denying it but it was here, the truth that you were peacefully in the sky now.

his tears slowly slid down his supple skin, his eyelashes gradually getting wetter and he didn't care, he wanted to cry for you, mourn for you. he was lost, he was dazed, why? of all people, why you?

you didn't deserve it, you were young. you probably had dreams so much bigger than the world but you weren't able to reach them because you were gone. you were radiant, a completely sunshine. anton might have not known you personally, but you had a genuine and gold heart.

with the white rose tightly held onto his shaking hands, he throws it to your closed casket. his tears were blurring his vision and he couldn't help the sob that forced its way to his throat.

i'm sorry.

i'm sorry for being a coward.

and with another soft thud, his letter for you will stay by your side forever and always—reminding himself that no matter what, he hopes and he knows you'll be able to understand and see his undying love for you somewhere up in the wide sky.

hi, y/n.

i know this is such a random and sudden letter but, i want you to know that i've adorned you for almost 2, 3 years already? i don't even remember, but i hope you know that i'd love to get to know you in a friendly level for now, so is coffee cool to you? you can just text me on my number below whenever you're free :D i know a really good café around school so yeah.

you're really nice and sweet, i think that's what captivated me to you. we never really talked much because i'm kind of shy to start a conversation with you because you're really pretty. it's been kind of hard to keep these feelings and emotions bottled up for the past years so i'm giving it a small try with the remaining confidence i have haha, sorry i'm a bit awkward.

but yeah, uhm, text me, call me, whatever is comfortable for you, i'll be waiting. thank you, if you ever give it a thought.

love, anton.