‘But if the world was ending, you’d come over, right? You’d come over and you’d stay the night…’
I’m not looking at the crowd anymore. Just Knox. Just his hands on the keys and his eyes on my face and the way he’s hearing every word like I’m speaking directly to him.
‘Would you love me for the hell of it? All our fears would be irrelevant…’
The chorus swells, and I let it carry me. Eight years of silence pouring out of me in melody, and for the first time, it doesn’t hurt to be heard.
‘If the world was ending, you’d come over, right?’
The question repeating like a prayer: if everything ended, would you choose me?
The room has gone completely still. I can feel the weight of a hundred stares, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters except this moment. This song. This new-found v
