Next gig
Amity POV:
I sat in my dark room, alone.
My eyes hurt from rubbing them so much, I knew without a doubt that they were still puffy and red. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the outline of my clothes I had haphazardly thrown onto the floor, Emira refusing to let me burn them the moment I changed out of them.
I'd just burn them later tonight.
With a sniffle, I slowly stood up, facing the bloody clothes. I didn't want to touch them, I couldn't even bring myself to get close to them. With a shaky sigh, I summoned a small abomination, one that was maybe up to my shoulders.
"Abomination move." I managed to tell it, motioning towards the clothes. It let out a low groan, then slowly shambled over to the pile. Scooping up the clothes in its arms, it moved them over by my doorway, putting them in a spot where they'd be covered if the door opened. "Abomination cower."
The abomination disappeared, only leaving the bloody and now gooey clothes in its wake. I turned away from my door and sat back down on my bed, facing my headboard. I sucked in a shaky breath, feeling the tears stinging my eyes as the events replayed in my head.
Luz showing up.
The two of them fighting.
Luz trying to take the weapon from the creep.
The bang.
Me carrying her to the healers.
Her passing out in my arms.
Everyone's reaction.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my ears went down, trying to stop the thoughts from crashing down on me. All of this had to be some kind of nightmare, and in a minute I'd wake up the day after the show and none of this would've ever happened. "I'll wake up and it'll all go away. I'll go to the market to meet up with Luz and I won't go to the band shop. We can just go hang out... just like we were going to."
Biting my lip, I focused on a scuff on my headboard, trying to distract myself. It was quiet, which left me alone with my thoughts. Glancing up at my window, I noticed the bit of sunlight that peeked through the curtains.
It was sunset, the orange rays split up against my floor. I've always found the sunset to be soothing, and that's something I needed right now. Slowly getting back up, I made my way over to my window sill.
I didn't bother to pull my curtains back, rather, I just moved them aside and sat in the window sill, letting them cover me from the rest of my dark room. I had to squint for a moment, my eyes struggling to adjust to the light.
Resting my back against the wall, I watched the sun slowly inch down in the sky, the sky slowly turning a darker shade of orange. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I tightly wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my head on my knees, my eyes halfway open. My hand wrapped around my purple tinted wrist, giving the tender skin a soft rub.
"Can I wake up now?" I asked softly, more tears stinging my eyes. A few tears slipped, hitting my knees, leaving dark dots on the fabric. Then, there was a soft set of knocks at my door.
Whoever was on the other side of the door paused, waiting for me to give them an answer. However, I stayed quiet, just staring out my window with blurry vision. They knocked again, this time a little louder than the last time.
There was another pause, then I heard my door slowly creak open. "Hey sis?" Edric softly called. I assumed he stayed by the door because I couldn't hear his footsteps.
"Hey Ed." I greeted back in a weak voice, not looking away from the window.
"Why don't you come down, get something for dinner?" I could hear my floorboards creak under his weight as he shifted from foot to foot.
"I'm not hungry." I mumbled, pulling my knees tighter across my chest.
"Mittens you need to have something, at least something small. A granola bar or something like that." He pushed, making me sigh. With a sniffle, I turned my gaze towards the curtain, looking in Edric's direction without actually looking at him.
We both went quiet for a minute, then I sighed. "Fine." I muttered, pushing the curtain aside and stepping back into my room. I saw Edric standing in the doorway, glancing at me with a look of empathy.
Rubbing my eyes again, I walked past him and slowly made my way downstairs, his footsteps trailing behind me. Walking down into the kitchen, I noticed Emira wasn't around, but I didn't say anything.
I went into the pantry, grabbing me a granola bar before moving to the table and taking a seat. Edric leaned on the counter, his arms folded as he stared out the kitchen window. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him fiddling with the sleeve of his t-shirt, trying to find something to do.
Turning my gaze down, I stared at the granola bar in my hand. I didn't want it, but I knew I needed to have something. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I tore open the wrapper and took a small bite. Glancing back at my brother, I watched his eyes quickly dart back to the window, acting like he wasn't looking in my direction.
"Where's Em?" I asked, swallowing the bit of food in my mouth. Edric used his head to motion towards the window, his eyes following something outside.
"She's outside making a call." He stated, his eyebrows furrowing together slightly.
"A call?" My mind instantly jumped to Viney, but normally Emira would just go to her room whenever she called. "To who?"
"The stadium owner. She's cancelling our next gig." My brother fell quiet, his eyes still following what I assumed to be Emira outside. I slowly nodded, taking another small bite of the bar. We both said nothing for a minute or two, then Edric started to talk again. "Hey Amity, what's going through your head right now?"
I hesitated for a minute, which made him quickly add "I'm not gonna make fun of you for it y'know. I just... wanna see if I can help ease whatever's going on in your thoughts right now." I rubbed the fabric on my thigh, trying to think of how to put my thoughts into words.
"Just worrying about Luz." I finally mumbled in a shaky voice, figuring that was the best way to phrase the disaster that my thoughts were right now. He nodded his head, turning his gaze away from the window so that he could look at me.
"That's what I thought you were gonna say." Edric pushed himself off the counter and moved over to the table, dragging out a chair to take a seat. Then, he placed a hand on my shoulder, making me tense up. "Mittens look at me." He said in a soft tone, making me raise my eyes to look at him. "You and I know that Luz will be able to bounce back from this. Sure, it'll take a bit of time, but she'll be back, I promise."
My vision blurred and my lip started to quiver. "But, what if-" He held a hand up, cutting me off.
"No buts. Luz is gonna be okay. You brought her to some of the best healers on the Boiling Isles, and it's Luz we're talking about here. Something like this isn't gonna be able to bring her down." He gave me half a smile, wiping away a tear that slipped down my cheek before ruffling my hair.
We both tensed up when we heard a door open followed by Emira's voice. I couldn't understand a word she was saying, but based on her tone, it didn't sound any good. She trudged to the kitchen, a few curses slipping from under her breath.
"What?" I asked her, trying to keep my voice steady as I struggled to fix my now messy hair. Emira's eyes snapped up to meet mine, then Edric's.
"Oh, you're finally downstairs." She mumbled, still staring at Edric. Then, she ran her hands down her face, slightly pulling at the skin. "So, we may have a bit of a problem." Emira dragged out, putting on a fake smile.
"A problem how?" I asked, Edric's hand letting go of my shoulder. Emira sighed, moving over to the table with us, dragging out her chair with a few loud creaks coming from the floorboards. She took a seat, then resting both her hand under her chin in tight fists, her index fingers resting over her lips.
"They're not letting us cancel the show." She finally said.
"What?!" Edric and I said in unison, my brother's hand falling onto the table with a thud. Emira sarcastically chuckled, shaking her head.
"That was my exact reaction." She said, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "They said the best they can do is let us postpone the show a few days, but that's about it."
"But, but Luz is in the hospital!" I said, feeling the anger bubbling up in my veins. My sister nodded her head, leaning back in her seat.
"I told them that. I explained to the guy that Luz was in no shape to play, and we went back and forth for awhile." She let out a frustrated sigh, laying her head down on the table. "And after a half hour of arguing, he finally told me that the best he can do is postpone the show for two days."
"So he just expects us to play without a drummer?" Edric huffed, furrowing his eyebrows together. Emira lifted her head up, resting her chin on her wrists so that it wasn't directly on the table.
"No, he knows that you're still part of the band." She motioned towards Edric, who's eyes widened slightly. "He told me about halfway through the argument that we could just get you to play in her place for the show and that way there'd be no need to cancel."
"So that means, we're forced to play this show?" I mumbled, making Emira nod. Leaning back until I hit the back of my chair, I let my arms hang limply at my sides. "I can't believe it..." Tears started to cloud my vision for the thousandth time today, but I refused to let them fall.
We all sat in shocked silence for a moment, completely lost on what to say. The show still had to go on? Even if our drummer just got what could have been a fatal injury? It all felt unreal, just like how the rest of the day felt since that guy showed up.
"You can't be serious." Edric finally broke the silence, making me glance over at him. He sat there with a blank look on his face, not looking at either of us. Then, he turned to his twin, his eyebrows furrowing together. "How did you not lose your shit when he said that?"
"Oh believe me." Emira started, sitting up. "I was this close to losing it and start yelling at him." She pressed her fingers together, making them almost touch. She let out an exasperated sigh, her ears twitching slightly. "Honestly I'm glad I took the call, cause if I let any of you guys do it, we would've been screwed."
"We're still screwed! We're still doing the show!" I hissed, my anger continuing to bubble. I wasn't angry with her, rather I was angry with whoever she talked to. Clearly he didn't care that we were down a member.
"So what? Does he just expect us to push down all the emotions that have bubbled up and perform the show like nothing's wrong?" Edric's voice was slowly rising in pitch.
My sister shrugged. "Apparently so." I stood up, making both of my siblings look up at me. I gripped the edges of the table till my knuckles turned white, my vision blurring with a mix of tears and anger. "Mittens?"
"They want us to do the show? Fine." I growled, shoving back on the table as hard as I could, making my siblings flinch in surprise. "They want us to screw up on stage because of our emotions? So be it. They want me to blow up in their face the moment we get there? Okay then."
"Mittens wait-" Emira started, getting up out of her seat.
"No Em! I'm not gonna wait!" I snapped, then quickly backed down. "You and I both know the only reason why they aren't canceling the show is because they want money. And you know what? Fine. I'll just find some great ways to screw up their studio while we're there." Spinning on my heel, I started to make my way to my room. "Besides, it'd be a good distraction anyways..."
I made my way up the stairs, not looking in my sibling's direction. I could hear their chairs squeal as they dragged across the ground, meaning they were getting up. Before they could say anything else, I darted up the last bit of the stairs and went to my room, slamming the door.
Saying that I was angry was an understatement, but there was nothing I could do about it. We couldn't just not show up to the show, cause that would leave us in a lot of trouble. But at the same time, I doubt any of us could handle putting on a show after what had happened, especially me.
"I hope they know the hole they just dug themselves into." I sniffled, shaking my head. Grabbing one of my notebooks, I flipped it open to a new page and grabbed myself a pencil, scribbling down ideas. "For once, my siblings pranks will do some good."
I don't know how long I sat there writing down my plans, but they were interrupted when I heard a loud thunk come from Emira's room, making me jump and drop my notebook. Grumbling to myself, I bent down and picked up the book, trying to smooth out the bent pages.
While smoothing out the pages, I glanced over the new page that was open. I stopped trying to fix the pages when I realized it was an old, unfinished song. "Is this...?" I trailed off, reading the lines. "The old warm up song."
Then, an idea struck me.
Immediately, I forgot about the page I was originally on and started scribbling down lyrics and softly humming its tune that had been etched into my memory. "Wow... I, really forgot how depressing this song was..." I murmured out loud, taking a glance at the lines. It replaced my anger with more of a sad feeling, adding onto my emotions from earlier.
But, it made sense why it was so depressing. It was a song I made when Luz left the first time, but I made sure to leave it vague in case we ever used it. But since I never finished the lyrics, we just used the sheet music as a warm up before we swapped it out with Hex girls.
And now, not only did it have two different meanings when it came to Luz, but now it was going to see the light of the stage.
I continued to work in silence, sometimes muttering a few lines to myself or growling when a line wouldn't work out. Maybe an hour or so after I stormed out of the kitchen, I heard a knock at my door.
The sound made me jump because it pierced the silence, but I quickly blinked and turned towards the door. I could see my clothes still on the floor, but I tried to keep them out of my line of sight.
"Come in!" I called, watching the door slowly push open. There, stood Edric, once again leaning on my doorway. He looked around before saying anything, letting out a low whistle. "What do you need Ed?" I asked in a disinterested tone, looking back down to my work.
"Oh, just came to see if you were asleep." He said, coming into my room and taking a seat next to me. "What'cha working on there?" He leaned over, his eyes scanning over the lyrics.
"An unfinished piece." I muttered, shoving him away. His eyebrows furrowed together, then he snatched the book from my hands, leaning away just far enough so that he could read it.
"Wait, is this the old warm up song? What was it called? Uh... Loverman right?" He asked with half a smile as I pulled the book away from him. Giving him a nod, he let out a little chuckle. "Why are you trying to finish this one now?"
"Two reasons." I said, sticking my pencil in the middle of the notebook before closing it. "One, I'm gonna finish it up so that we can perform it at the show, and two, I needed something to distract myself with." My voice slowly got quieter, my brother gave me a somber nod.
"Well if you ask me, that song's probably not gonna help distract you. In fact, it's probably done the opposite." His voice was almost as soft as mine. Then he chuckled, his hands clasping together. "Also, when did that song ever have lyrics? I remember us using that song as just an instrumental warm up."
"It's had lyrics since we've started using it." I told him, placing my hands over the notebook in my lap. "I just, never finished them, so we never used them." He let out a little oh, softly nodding his head. We both went quiet for a minute, then he spoke up again.
"Are you writing that because of Luz?"
"What?" I looked over at him, a little surprised by his question. With a chuckle, he gave me a light shove on the shoulder.
"C'mon you heard me. This song hasn't been brought up since it was replaced, and I want to know if now you're writing it because of Luz."
"No." I quickly lied, turning my gaze away from his. He let out a hum, but I couldn't tell if he believed me or not. "Hey Edric? How would you and Em feel about rigging the stadium with some pranks?" I asked, quickly trying to change the subject.
"Is this to piss off the guy that Em was talking to?" I nodded my head. "What did you have in mind?" His signature smirk found its way to his lips as I cracked open my notebook and started going through my plans, which managed to earn me a few laughs.
There was another loud thunk from Emira's room, making both of us pause our conversation. "What is that noise? It's happened twice now." I muttered, looking towards the door.
"Probably her window or something. She's probably just letting it drop rather than slowly closing it." He shrugged, then gave me a little punch to the shoulder. "But about your plans, we'll do them, and we'll make 'em good." Edric then stood up, ruffling my hair a little, much to my annoyance.
"You heading off to bed already?" I asked, which he responded with a nod. He lingered in my doorway for a moment, then turned around.
"Hey remember, if you need anything at all, you know where mine and Em's rooms are. Also, Em's pulling a late night, just to let you know." I nodded my head, then remember what was behind the door.
"And Ed, if you see a fire in the backyard, don't worry about it." He furrowed his eyebrows together, then raised one before shaking his head.
"Whatever you say Mittens. Try to get some sleep, okay?" He then turned on his heel and gave me a little wave. "Night sis!" Edric called over his shoulder.
"Night Ed." I called back, turning my gaze back down to my notebook. I flipped a few pages, landing back on the lyrics. The lyrics were almost finished, but the lines I had just added were a first draft, I'd still have to read through them to see if they were any good.
With a low sigh I closed my notebook and gently set it on the floor. Moonlight poked through my curtains, casting part of my room in a dim light. "Now what?" I asked myself, glancing around the room before my eyes landed on the pile by my door.
I could feel my chest tighten, the painful memories of today resurfacing. Taking in a shaky breath, I slowly walked over to the pile, my feet dragging against the wooden floor. I stood in front of the pile for a moment, just staring at it.
Then, very shakily, despite the fact I didn't want to touch it, I bent down and carefully picked up the clothes. I tried to avoid touching the dried blood parts, a shiver traveling up my spine. Pulling my door open without it creaking, I started to sneak down the hallway.
Sneaking through the hallway wasn't easy, the wooden boards would constantly creak and make me worry that I was gonna be caught. But once I made it to the stairs, I darted down them as quietly as I could, then went to the backyard.
It was a lot darker outside, the only amount of light I could get was from the moon. I moved to the middle of the backyard, then threw the clothes down on the floor as if they burned me. "Okay, first things first." I said, surprising myself with how shaky my voice was.
I drew a quick spell, protecting the rest of the grass from the flames that were about to engulf the clothes. Once the spell was complete, it left a small glowing circle around the pile, I started to slowly draw another spell.
Tears once again pricked my eyes when the first purple flame sprouted up on the pile, which quickly became a small fire. I watched as the flames slowly got higher and higher, licking the sides of the protection spell and flicking into the air before disappearing entirely.
The crackle of the flames weren't soothing, to me, it felt more like a reminder. A reminder that Luz was hurt. I don't know why that reminded me of that, but it did. And that was only making the tears continue to rise.
Waiting until the flames died out, I watched with blurry vision as my clothes quickly turned into ash, and once it was done, I made sure to cast the ashes away. With a few sniffles, I looked up at the sky, just staring at the moon.
"I need to see her." I said out of the blue, rubbing my eyes and making my way around the house before I could reconsider the thoughts. "I just want to see how she's doing." I told myself, walking along the dirt road.
Most of my walk was silent, the only noise I could hear was the occasional sound of rustling leaves come from the trees or the bushes. I made sure to walk slow, each step slowly filling me with more and more dread. I considered turning back, not wanting to see Luz like that.
But, once the hospital came into view, I knew there was no turning around.
Moving towards the back of the hospital, I noticed that most of the lights were off, meaning there was no way the healers were going to let me in for a visit. "Shoot." I muttered, noticing the faint pink glow of a protection spell glowing around the building. "So there's no way to just teleport myself in... I really didn't think this through."
While I searched the back of the building for a way in, I didn't notice the footsteps that were slowly getting closer to me. "Hey!" A familiar voice loudly called out, nearly making me jump out of my skin.
I whirled around, already preparing a spell before I paused. The person stood in front of me wearing a lot of dark clothing, a hood pulled over their head to cover their face.
Then, in a swift motion, they pulled their hood down to reveal it was only Viney.
"Oh! Hey Amity!" She greeted, her voice taking on that chipper tone she always had. I placed a hand over my racing heart, trying to catch my breath.
"Hi Viney." I finally managed to say, putting on a small smile. "Geez, you scared me."
"You scared me too, I thought you were some weirdo trying to break into the hospital to hurt someone or something." She chuckled, her hands fiddling with her hoodie. I chuckled back, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Well..." My voice trailed off, making her glance at the building before back at me.
"Wait, are you trying to get in?" The beastkeeper asked me, making me nod. "Let me guess, you wanna see someone but you can't since it's past visiting hours."
"I-" I paused, my eyebrows furrowing together slightly. "How did you know?" Viney shrugged, glancing around us.
"Just a hunch." I could see her expression fall, dropping to a sadder one. "Also, I heard about what happened to Luz." She said softly, making me tense up. "Emira told me a few hours ago, I'm sorry about what happened."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You don't need to be sorry, if anything I'm the one that should be. She got hurt because of me." Viney looked up at me, I could see her eyes holding a look of empathy.
Rubbing both of my arms, we both fell silent for a moment, then I could hear her sigh. Looking over at her, I realized that she had started to cast a spell. "Alright look, honestly I really shouldn't be doing this, but..." She dragged out the last word before sucking in a breath through clenched teeth
She completed the spell and there was a loud thunk. I turned in the direction of the sound, watching as part of the building's wall slowly went in, then revealed a small tunnel. "A secret path?" I muttered, my eyes widening. Viney nodded her head.
"Yep, once you walk in there, you're free of the protection spell and can teleport wherever you want. I wouldn't recommend walking too far into the tunnel though, cause it's super easy to get lost." She mumbled, letting out a nervous laugh. I assume she said that due to experience.
"How did you find this?" I asked in an amused tone, making Viney smirk.
"Well, I volunteered here last year, and being a troublemaker has its perks. Honestly you would not believe the amount of tunnels we found back at Hexside, it's insane. Just don't tell anyone about this." She shot me a quick wink, making me roll my eyes. "Now, you better get going, that tunnel can't stay open forever. I don't want something to sneak in and die in there, I'll get in major trouble."
I gave the beastkeeper a nod, then turned to enter the tunnel before pausing. "Wait, Viney?" She tilted her head slightly, giving me a hum in response. "I'm curious, what are you doing out here so late?" I assumed that maybe it had something to do with griffins, but that flew out the window when I saw her reaction.
Even in the dark lighting I could see her cheeks light up, her body going stiff as a board as her ears went down. She brought a hand to the back of her neck, struggling to stammer out a response about Puddles, her eyes darting around frantically.
The gears quickly started turning in my head, trying to figure out why she was acting so nervous. But then, it suddenly clicked why Emira was pulling a late night tonight.
I couldn't hold back the laugh that rose in my throat, making the poor beastkeeper tense up again. Snorting a few times before wiping my eyes, I looked up at her.
"What's so funny?" She finally managed to say, struggling to suppress her blush. I shook my head, turning around and slowly making my way to the tunnel.
"Nothing, nothing." I chuckled as I ran my hand along the wall. "Oh, but I will tell you, third window on the right in the backyard."
"Huh?"
"I assume you're seeing my sister? And if you don't want Ed to make fun of you when you knock on the door, float up to her window or something. It's probably already open for you anyways." I smiled as the witch seemed to tense up even more, giving me a nod before pulling her hood back up over her head and darting off.
Slowly going into the tunnel, I glanced around at the dusty rock walls that surrounded me. Exhaling, I drew a quick spell circle and closed my eyes. It took a moment, then I felt the ground change under my feet, smoothing out.
Opening my eyes, I let my eyes adjust to the dim light from the hallway. "Alright, Eda came back quickly after seeing her, so she's gotta be around the corner or something." I thought to myself, slowly walking down the hallway.
There wasn't too much noise, maybe the occasional creak from the building. "It's surprisingly quiet for a hospital..." I mumbled to myself, feeling uneasy. While we did have healing and numbing spells, that didn't mean people didn't make noise.
I walked by a few of the rooms, cautiously peering into each of them to see if I could see Luz. Walking past two rooms that had no one inside, I finally went up to the third and found exactly what I was looking for.
Before I opened the door, I noticed a clipboard on the front of the door. "Under no circumstances, do not use any healing spells on patient." It read. I carefully set the clipboard back against the door, then slowly pushed it open.
The door opened without a sound, allowing me to slip into the room with ease. I could feel my throat tighten at the sight of Luz, who was lying on a cot with a large blood bag attached to her while it floated in the air.
Even from here, I could see she was paler than usual. Trying to swallow the lump in my throat in an attempt to push down my emotions, I slowly walked over towards her. "Hey Luz." I greeted, knowing I wouldn't get an answer.
I moved to her side, noticing the bags under her eyes. She had some weird hospital shirt on, and I knew from first glance that it was probably not very comfortable.
Quietly, I pulled a chair over by her cot, slowly taking a seat. Then, I put my hand over her's, noticing she felt colder than usual. Before this, Luz was always warm, it was comforting.
Now she was cold, and it was unnerving.
I watched her chest slowly rise and fall, which only made a tight feeling form in my chest. "I'm sorry..." I finally managed to croak out. Something wet splattered onto my legs, and bringing a hand up to my face, I realized I was crying.
Taking in a slow, deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. I ran my thumb against her knuckles. "I'm sorry I didn't see you earlier, I just..." My voice died out, making it impossible to finish my sentence.
Luz probably couldn't hear me, but that didn't stop me from talking. I held a short, one sided conversation with her for a few minutes, bringing up the next gig and apologizing for the fact that we still had to do it.
I stayed there with her for awhile, tears rolling down my face the entire time. I felt myself grow tired after awhile, but I still stayed by her side, refusing to leave her alone. But, when I heard something that sounded like footsteps, I realized it was time to go.
Giving her hand one last squeeze, I put on a bittersweet smile. "I'll be back tomorrow alright? I promise." I hesitated for a minute, then slowly let go of her hand.
"I love you..."
Then, drawing myself another teleportation spell, I teleported out of the building, ending up in front of the tunnel. I made sure the tunnel closed so Viney wouldn't get in trouble for helping me, then slowly started to make my way home.
Hot tears were still rolling down my cheeks, dripping down my neck and attaching themselves to my shirt collar. The air was cool, which would've made it a decent walk home if my face wasn't so hot.
Slowly making my way to my house, I went up the dirt pathway until I made it to my backyard. I paused for a moment while I was back there, glancing at the spot where I had burned my shirt and jeans.
My breathing hitched and I quickly turned my gaze away from the spot, darting inside the house as quietly as I could. All the lights were off, which just cast the room in darkness.
Making my way up to my room, I first passed by Edric's room, who's door was cracked open. From inside I could hear his loud snores echoing off of his walls.
Rolling my eyes, I then passed by Emira's room, who's lights were still on under her closed door. From the other side of he door, I could hear the faint sound of her and Viney's muffled voices.
Emira said something I couldn't understand, which sent a flutter of nervous chuckles to erupt from the two of them. Their chuckles quickly stopped and they started doing something from the other side of the door.
Shaking my head, I backed up from her door and went into my own room. I lit up the candle by my bed, making it the only source of light I had in my room apart from the moon. Kicking off my shoes, I stared at my bed, debating if I actually wanted to go to sleep.
My eyes then caught my notebook, and with a sigh, I picked it up and flipped it open. I continued to write lyrics on the lined paper finding it barely distracting enough to keep most of my thoughts off of Luz. After all, if I just wore myself out until I passed out, I wouldn't have to try and fall asleep myself, because if I tried, I knew I wouldn't be able to.
"Let's hope this song is okay..." I managed to say with a yawn, staring at the lyrics. The rest of my night was spent messily editing the lyrics before finally passing out in bed.