🍂"The Broken Muse"🍂

Intak can’t write lyrics without you anymore. Every verse he pens sounds like you—your voice, your eyes, the way you laugh when you’re trying to hide something. He tears page after page from his notebook, scattering them across the floor, ink bleeding like wounds.

When you find him surrounded by the wreckage, he doesn’t look up.

“You’re in everything I make,” he says, fingers stained black. “And it’s killing me.”

Song: "Love is a Knife" by: Artemas