Page 57 of Return To You

“I knewI would never forget you,

You went and blew my mind,

You held my heart in your hands and consumed me.

Oh, oh, you went and consumed me.

You gave my life direction,

You gave me a purpose to keep on living, and losing you is killing.

Hey, my little Petal, I miss you,

I need you.

Hey, my little Petal, return to me,

Give me my purpose back,

Yeah, baby, give me my purpose back….

Oh, you’re my Consumption….”

Tears stain my cheeks as Noah sings “Consumption” into the mic as I watch stage side.

When he begged me to come to his show tonight, I didn’t know what to expect. A small part of me thought all his songswere full of despair and heartbreak, but instead, they were full of longing and wishing to change how things happened back then.

They’re full of the love he has for me, and it is heartbreaking to watch the pain with which he sings.

I don’t know why I agreed to do this, to listen to all this.

When I saw him at the cemetery, I was shocked a little, especially knowing he punched my brother, but I think I was in my lusty little head as well.

I mean, the love of your life sitting on the hood of a Mustang, wearing jeans and a wife beater? I mean,damn….

This is what happens when you don’t have sex for nearly two years. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve tried to get myself off, but nothing is as good as Noah, and that sucks, because Noah left.

And now I have to stand back and hear what he felt when we were apart.

The crowd roars as the song finishes, and I smile slightly at the proud looks on Camerons and Barnett’s faces.

Noah laughs, looking my way, and I tilt my head, giving him a slight grin, which causes him to grin back, and then look out to the crowd.

“Alright, this next song is new,” he announces as the crowd screams and cheers, the roars vibrating through me. “If you haven’t guessed, most of our songs are inspired by one girl,mygirl." My eyes widen as everyone goes wild.

Damn you, Noah….

He looks my way again and admits, “Now, she’s here tonight, so please give her a warm welcome. This is her first concert, after all….”

He raises his arm my way and the crowd cheers, and I know my face has gone red.

Chuckling, he says, “I think I may be in the doghouse for that move." Everyone laughs, and I shake my head as he gives me aboyish grin, and then says, “This song is for my Petal, my Rose, this is ‘You’re Perfectly Mine’.”

The crowd gets louder as I suck in a breath at his words.

We haven’t even spoken, we haven’t put our hurt out there, and yet, he believes I’m still his, and I guess he’s right; I am, but love and your heart belonging to someone isn’t enough, and he knows that.

He takes his guitar pick and strums the chords, creating an upbeat tune. Barnett follows before Cameron beats out the tempo on the drums, grinning wide at me as Noah’s lips hit the mic, his eyes on me.

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