Music brought us together. Love tore us apart.

 

Growing up, Wilder Ashburn was the hero I worshipped. 

I was the pigtailed pest who never left him alone. 

 

Everything changed the day I gave him a poem.

For the first time, he saw me…

Then he reached for his guitar.

 

From that moment on, we were entangled.

Bound by music and a shared dream.

 

Along the way we made vows:

To always stay the same.

To never let anything come between us.

And above all, to never, ever fall in love.

 

But it turns out our promises were poison.

Corrupted long before spoken.

And for us, there is no antidote.

 

Falling in love was as inevitable as stardom,

And it would destroy us both.