Off-key Lovers

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The songs of the album from the start was raw, heart broken since i wrote it when I freshly broke up with him.

And over time, the album starts to be raw love songs to raging love songs.

Since it's the last song, I want it to prove I've moved on from him completely.

I did anyway.

Right?

Not to mention that Helen has been sending me death glares, again. And without Opehlia there it was different but she's coming back in a day.

I am nervous about the release of the song.

I hope it overshadows the drama with Nash. But let's be real- it'll probably just add fuel to the fire. At least my song will blow up.

I kick my heels off and hang my coat before laying down on a couch.

Suddenly, a ringtone is coming from my phone.

I groan. Who could this be? It better not be Helen.

Ophelia's name flashes across my phone screen.

I press accept and bring the phone to my ear, already bracing for whatever lecture she's about to throw my way.

Instead-

"Hey, dumbass."

A breath of laughter escapes me, more from surprise than anything else. "Hey, asshole."

"That's the spirit," she says. "I see you're still making the internet lose its collective mind. How's that going for you?"

I groan, dragging a hand down my face. "It's a fucking nightmare, Ollie."

"Yeah, I figured. Helen sounded like she was about three minutes away from launching herself into the sun when I called her earlier." She pauses, then adds, "For the record, I don't think you did anything wrong. But I also think you knew exactly what you were doing when you posted that lyric."

I sigh, flopping back onto the couch. "I didn't do it for him."

"Right," Ophelia says sarcastically."Then why does it feel like you're waiting for him to respond?"

I say nothing.

She hums knowingly. "Scar, I love you, and you know I'd be the first person to help you bury his body if it ever came to that, but be honest with me for a second- did you post that for you, or did you post it to get a reaction out of him?"

I chew on the inside of my cheek.

"I wanted to remind people who the fuck I am," I say eventually. "I'm tired of everything always coming back to him. Like I can't exist without Nash Armani's name being attached to mine."

Ophelia exhales. "I get that. I do. But you know the game. You know how people are. They're always gonna see what they wanna see."

I close my eyes. "Then let them."

Silence stretches between us for a beat.

Then-

"You're really gonna drop this music video and the song, huh?"

"Yeah," I say quietly. "I have to."

"I know," she murmurs. "And for the record? I think it's badass. A little dramatic, but that's on brand for you. Besides, we've been recording and filming this song and music video for months. Hopefully it will sky rocket. It's the least the internet can do for creating foul rumours."

I let out a short laugh. "I hate you."

"You love me."

"Unfortunately."