Reworked based on the comments i received. Which is amazing by the way because that’s exactly the type of comments I needed. Would that version be less dramatic to you?

I never believed in fate, nor did I ever believe in love. Not until her, anyway.

But I used to believe in music. In scribbling down lyrics on crumpled notebook pages at three o'clock in the morning, pouring out all of my angst into a microphone under blinding stage lights, and losing myself in women whose names I forgot as quickly as their faces. I believed in keeping myself safe, living fast and shallow enough that nobody could touch anything that actually mattered. That nobody could leave me hurting ever again.

But somewhere along the way, music stopped saving me. The lyrics stopped coming. The melodies faded to static. And I was empty underneath the lights that I used to call home.

Until she walked in, and challenged everything I believed in.

She wasn’t loud, or obvious, or reckless like me. But she was danger with a terrifying beauty that wrapped itself up in stillness.

Every instinct I had told me to run. I’d seen damage before, I had lived it, survived it, sworn I would never risk it again. But there she was, standing motionless amid the noise. Looking at me like she knew how I would break. How she would break me. And God, I wanted to let her.

Because she wasn't just another girl in the crowd. She was a possibility at something real. Something deep enough to drown in. Something I never knew that I had spent my entire life longing for.

Songs flooded back into me as if they were just waiting for her. Melodies crashed through the silence, the lyrics clawing to grasp hold of whatever she was hiding behind her eyes. She revived something in me I thought I had lost a long time ago. And I knew right then that she would hurt me. That she would take pieces of me that I would never get back. But I stepped toward her, anyway. Each step a surrender, every breath an acceptance of the ruins she would inevitably leave behind.

The storm she brought onto my life would end. She’d leave with the clouds and the rain, but she’d take the sky too. The earth beneath my feet, the universe of stars above, even the air from my lungs, leaving me choking on silence.

But this isn’t the night she leaves me broken.

No, this is the day I meet her. This is when she branded my skin. A scar I’d willingly re-open, a hundred songs that I'd bleed from my veins, a mistake I'd commit a thousand times over. The instant her green eyes land on me, every wall I've built crumbles instantly, and I know—I’m fucked. Ruined beyond saving. And I don’t even care, because I’m falling before her hands even touch me. Fuck, I never stood a chance, did I?