Sixteen
Jacob
Loneliness breeds emptiness and emptiness brings pain
My love for you used to fill me up, now I’m fighting to remain
“No, that’s not right,” I muttered, erasing the words off the page of my notebook and bringing the pencil to my mouth as I tried to put what I was feeling into song.
I’d gotten a job working at the coffee house where I always did my open mic nights, which meant I had the opportunity to see what other musicians had to offer, but I had less time to write, and less time to hang with Ally, which she did not like.
When Summit, the manager, had offered me the position, I’d jumped at the chance. Not just for the extra dough and chance to listen to other artists, but to get out of my house.
My mom was home. And, although it was great, and weird, to have her here
