***** "You must seriously have a pair of wandering eyes," the same hoarse voice from last night says. He was now looking at me from the wall in front of the doors with his hands in his front pockets. "Huh?" confusion masking my face. "You have wandering eyes, makes me think you get off just looking at someone," Harry says tilting his head. My face reddens after his blunt comment, making me flustered altogether. "Do you always say whatever comes to your mind?" trying to keep my voice calm, but failing. "Am I wrong though?" "Yes, very," I quickly answer. *** Forgotten and Forgetting, are words that are similar yet mean something so different. *** ||| Brielle, whose an upcoming and forgetful songwriter and singer in the city, enjoys writing music to keep her mind in peace. After being requested or more like forced to do a collab with a band that's constantly on the news with nothing ever good in the headlines, she embarks on a wild ride with everyone. With her troublesome and fucked up past slowly coming back to haunt her, she doesn't know who to trust. ||| || Story Contains Mature & Explicit Content ||