The Civil Wars though man, they can instantly make me hauntingly nostalgic. Their sound, and lyrics, superfeelsifide. Which is one hundred percent a real word.
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It’s four thirty in the morning, the glaring red block numbers of her clock are making sure she knows that. She heaves a sigh and rolls onto her back, her head falling to the side to look at her peacfully sleeping husband. His cheek is squished into the pillow and his mouth is popped open in a lopsidded “O” and he might actually be drooling on his pillow, but she smiles regardless of his sleep-face, and a soft laugh huffs out of her as she watches him.
It’s an occuring thing, her not being able to sleep. She’s constantly replaying the last year and a half in her head trying to figure out where everything went wrong, and how she could’ve prevented it all. But even then, if she could’ve seen it coming, could she have fixed it? Would he have even wanted her to fix it?
It’s tiring, constantly having this in her head. And the irony of not being able to sleep from it makes her chuckle. So she focuses on her sleeping husband.
He must sense it because she sees his eyes move behind his eyelids before they slowly open and focus on her. He raises his eyebrows at her with a sleepy grin. “What are you doing?”
She tucks her chin down, resting her cheek on her shoulder and all the brightness in her face instantly burns out. She lifts her tired eyes to look at his. “I miss him.”
Nate licks his lips and swallows to wet his throat before propping himself up on his elbow. His upper half is towering over her as she looks up at him, tears threatening to burn her eyes. He flatens his hand out on her stomach, leans down to kiss her forehead. “I know.”
She sighs again and gives him a half smile before turning onto her side and burying herself into his side. He falls back onto his back, his arms encircling her to take her with him, and she lays half on his side, her left leg resting in-between his.
"I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think you should move on. It’s been over a year, Joy. Think about it. If he wanted to reconcile, don’t you think he would’ve done it by now? It’s not fair, you having to sit and wait while he’s off in hiding not even giving you the time of day—not even having the respect to let you know what’s going on with him." His voice is low and soothing, heavy with sleep and he glides his finger tips along the skin of her back where her tank top has come up.
She know’s it’s true, she just doesn’t want it to be. She knows she deserves better, deserves to at least know where John Paul stands in this whole thing. She doesn’t need to know about his personal life, although that’d be nice because she misses the small talks between them, she just wants him to acknowledge their life. Because whether they wanted it to happen or not, they shared a life together and a relationship-not romantically, but musically.
She’s lost in her thoughts now, not even realizing the stream of tears that are sliding off of her face and onto his night shirt.
"I just wish he’d say something." She whispers.
"His silence says it all, babe. With him ignoring your personal e-mails and texts, with him disconnecting from you fully—for a year now…he’s already said it. The only time he’s answered a call is if it’s from the label letting him know that we were releasing the EP, and even then it was just an, ‘Okay’, and a click to end the call."
He can tell she’s holding back the flood of tears threatening to burst out of her, because she’s taking deep slow breaths and biting her lip.
"I know you miss him. I get it, you guys had a bond that no one can categorize. I know you miss touring and getting on stage every other night and letting it all out. But you have the chance to do that again. Call the label in the morning and tell them you accept their offer. You could have a new album out within a year and be on tour where you belong—where we belong. We can still have everything we worked so hard for.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, forces the last of her tears to escape her eyes. She takes in a deep shaky breath, palming at her face to remove the sticky tears.
"I know. I just…I really wanted all of that with John Paul."
Just posted the video. :)
The Civil Wars : Backstage at The Tonight Show (2011)