In My Bones
Being defeated is often a temporary condition.
Giving up is what makes it permanent.
Giving up is what makes it permanent.
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"No, the music's got to sound the way the words feel." Outwardly, Ryan was calm, but Brendon could feel that he was begging, pleading for him, or someone, just to understand him, understand his words. "You have to go lower or something, I don't know." He ran his hand through his already dishevelled hair.
Brendon so desperately wanted to be that person, that person who was finally able to know and understand all the thoughts that fluttered through Ryan's mind like tiny birds whose songs were only loud enough for Ryan to hear.
Brendon sang his words, he was already a step ahead of even Spencer. He was nearly there, he could feel it deep in his bones. All it would take was one extra jump, one further reach, but he just couldn't seem to.
"I'm sorry," Brendon mumbled.
Would he ever?