drivers license r. suna

four

as i sit in my brand new car, coming
from the dealership, i think about how
crazy life is turning out. this wasn't
supposed to happen. you were supposed
to be by my side when it did. i take in
the world around me before i turn the
car on.

i connect my phone to the speakers,
blast the music he likes.

y/n
maybe i just wanna be yours i
wanna be yours i wanna be yours

i sign along with artic monkeys

as i drive home i see the white car
he drives. it's crazy how i could still
see his face in them and how we would
laugh during the traffic.

———

turning off my car after parking
my brand new white car in my
driveway. something about the
sound of the door caught my
attention.

i could easily make a beat to it.
i shrug it off thinking the song
would probably end up a mess.

suna would go over my songs,
telling me how i could change
them. i even taught him how to
play piano and guitar.

suna
how about you change it to
a minor key, and like make
it a bit slower. maybe uh hm
pause in the middle of the
chorus. just like this

as i move over a bit, sitting
beside him at my piano. as
his fingers hit the keys ever
so lightly. the song sounding
better than ever.

he turns to me and smiles
looking for opinions

y/n
i think it's amazing rin

suna
i mean it's your song, so i
think you're pretty amazing.

———

i sigh remembering the memory.
suna would've wanted me to keep
music as a passion. walking up the
stairs into my room, i place my bag
down.

i press a few chords listening by
ear on what sounded the best.
i played keeping the metronome
in mind. i guessed about 144 beats.

and from there it was all improvised.

y/n
i got my drivers license last week
just like we always talked about.

i stop for a second to regain my
thoughts and overwhelming emotions.
i take the nearest notebook and pen
and start writing the lyrics down as i
go.