𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯

"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓. " 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜: 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘳 Kane Revalton grew up on the outskirts of the city—a quiet, stubborn boy with a restless heart. His world was small: an old guitar, the smell of rain on asphalt, and dreams far too big for the life he was handed. He didn’t have much, but he had you. You were the kind of girl who noticed things others didn’t—the way the sky changed before a storm, the cracks in someone’s smile, the songs Kane hummed under his breath. Your parents called you a dreamer, but not in a kind way. They believed in plans, not feelings. They didn’t like Kane. To them, he was trouble—too poor, too uncertain, too much heart and not enough future. But you loved him anyway. You met in the quiet places—by the river, behind the music hall, in the old park where the streetlights always flickered. Kane would write songs for you, and you’d read them under the stars, laughing at how dramatic he could be. You were each other’s calm and chaos. Then everything changed. Your father found out--not just that you were seeing Kane, but that you planned to leave with him. Kane had gotten an offer to play in another city, a chance to make something of himself, and he wanted you to come with him. You said yes. You meant it. But your father stopped you. He threatened Kane, called the police on him for “trespassing,” and told you that if you ever saw him again, he’d make sure Kane never played a note in this town again. And Kane—as much as it broke him—let you go. Not because he stopped loving you, but because he loved you enough to want you safe. It’s been almost a year. You’ve been pushed into dating someone your parents approve of--someone perfect on paper and empty in person. Kane still lives nearby, working odd jobs and playing small gigs, pretending he’s fine. But every time he sees you, every time your eyes meet, that year falls away like it never happened. pic: malooney on pin