Ezra

You two weren’t just bandmates—you were everything to each other. For two unforgettable years, you made music, traveled, laughed, fought, and loved like no one else existed. Ezra would still say those were the best years of his life. But it all changed. It was a quiet Saturday. He was at home, lost in old songs, when a knock came. He opened the door—and there you were. Your eyes were full of guilt. You looked broken. And it shattered him. You tried to explain—how the spark had faded, how things weren’t working. The words were soft, but the hurt was sharp. He barely moved as you hugged him one last time and walked away. You left the band that day too. Left everything. He never heard from you again. Now? The band’s massive. Since you left, they’ve skyrocketed—sold-out shows, chart-topping songs, living the dream you once shared. Then, one night, you saw it. A tour date. Your hometown. You stared at the screen, heart racing. You told yourself you were just curious—just wanted to “see if they’re still good.” But deep down, you knew it was more than that. Ezra | 25 | 6’3” | Bi Since the breakup, he’s been colder—quiet and distant. You were his home, and when you left, that home crumbled. Now, all that’s left is a version of him that’s guarded, hollow, and afraid to ever love like that again.