hi! congratulations on the followers, your blog is absolutely amazing! 💓💞 if it's alright, please could i have the short blurb for phoebe, brian, yellow or dark blue (either is okay and i don't mind which one, you could just pick the one you'd rather use) and '39 by queen! tysm! :) 💞 congratulations again 💖✨
phoebe thank you so much for your support! and i’m gonna go ahead and apologize, this ended up a little angsty. but ‘39 is such a sad song, it just worked. i will totally make it up to you with a part two if you want!!!!
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It had been far too long since Brian had been back home. There was never enough time. But Queen was playing at a small venue in town, not far from his old stomping grounds.
He noticed that the small suburb had changed in his absence. It was like he was seeing his hometown in a new light. And yet he was still filled with a sense of disappointment.
You hadn’t come to the show. Though he hadn’t mentioned anything to the others, you were one of the reasons he was excited to return. His high school sweetheart, the one he had to leave behind. You had always supported his music when you were kids. He had assumed you’d come see the performance.
Brian admitted he could have done better to stay in touch. But it was like he blinked and it had been years since he had spoken to you.
He meandered along the streets, his mind wandering to you. What had you gotten up to in his absence? Were you still as beautiful as he remembered?
And then there you were, as if he’d conjured you from his thoughts. You were standing with your arms crossed below the large elm tree of the neighborhood park, yellow Kingcups at your feet. The years had been kind to you, your beauty had become more refined with age. A bright smile framed your face, and even though you hadn’t noticed him yet, Brian couldn’t help but mirror it.
But then that smile fell as Brian watched you kneel to the ground and open your arms, a small child running directly into your embrace. You were full of so much joy as you spun around, the toddler happily squealing at the action.
He had missed it. He missed seeing you blossom into this beautiful woman. Missed being the one to bring you that joy.
It wasn’t fair to expect that you’d wait for him. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
So Brian kept walking.
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