☼∙Δ𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑Δ∙☼

☆Between the hell and your lips☆

The clock read 7:15 am when you arrived at class. As always, with your headphones on, your uniform a little wrinkled, and that tired look of someone who didn't sleep well. You sat in your usual place, near the window, looking at the rain-soaked courtyard.

Suddenly, he walked in: Corey Disheveled, free, rebellious hair. Black shirt beneath the uniform, deep eyes, a dangerous and sad gaze. The singer of a small rock band that would soon change the world. Your cheeks burned. No matter how many times you saw him walk in, he always took your breath away.

Corey smiled when he saw you, as if nothing else mattered.

"Good morning, love," he whispered as he sat down behind you.

You felt a tingle run down your spine: it was his voice. Your favorite voice.

But no one could know the truth.

Your parents had already made it clear: He wasn't for you

They had called him a “bad influence”, “dangerous”, “lost”. They had even said that if you saw him again, they would kick you out of school . And the worst part: they had spoken to his parents, who also forbade them from going near you.

Even so, there they were, in the hall, in the same row, as if fate were mocking the four of them.

During recess, Corey took you behind the old gym, the only place where you could hide. The sound of rain hitting the metal roofs mingled with the rapid beating of your heart.

"I can't lose you, " Corey said, gripping your hand tightly.

"I don't want to lose you either," you whispered, resting your forehead on his chest.

Then he looked into your eyes. A sad look, but full of fire.

—Someday, when we're far away from here… when your parents can no longer decide for you… when I'm no longer this broken boy, I promise you'll be mine. Completely.

You felt the world stop Your eyes filled with tears

Corey hugged you so tightly that he seemed to want to hold you forever.

But the doorbell rang The magic was broken