"Sometimes a song says what a heart isn't ready to admit."
Amy
There should probably be a scientific explanation for how one person could occupy so much space in someone else's thoughts.
If there was, I hadn't found it.
And considering I was an engineering student, that felt like a personal failure.
I sat cross-legged on my bed, laptop open in front of me.
Homework untouched.
The same problem stared back at me for nearly twenty minutes.
My pencil tapped against the notebook balanced on my knee.
Nothing.
No inspiration.
No focus.
No progress.
Just Nocturne.
Again.
Mia glanced over from her desk.
"You haven't written anything in ten minutes."
"I've written three things."
"You wrote your name."
I looked down.
Sure enough.
Amy Carter.
Repeated three times across the top o
