even if you're unsure if you like corpse's style of music, you really need to listen to miss you to understand this chapter

"I refuse to have a serious

conversation with you over text.

We are not children."

"How so, Corpse?"

"Corpse, I could address

issues with you, but you

haven't talked to me."

"I didn't mean to go

into your youtube room. And I

told you I was sorry, multiple times.

And instead of forgiving me,

or trying to trust each other

again, your solution is just to

not talk to me. How is that going

to solve anything?"

"Busy? Corpse, you

have a glamorized desk job,

don't bullshit me."

"I'm not going in

circles with you. Corpse,

you ignored me! Not the other

way around! I'm the one that

should be upset, not you."

"That's how you feel, then?

You don't want to talk to

me? At all..."

"Yeah, Corpse, I guess

you didn't. Sorry."

—

Madison tried her best, she really did. She kept up appearances on social media, and continued to stream with her friends, making sure Corpse wasn't part of their group when she did play. Hiding the details of the situation from her friends was easy. They didn't know much anyway, not since Madison had stayed at Corpse's apartment, and thankfully, none of them asked questions.

As the weeks went on, she could feel herself slipping away. She could tell she hadn't seen her friends, and she wasn't taking her medicine. She was drinking every night to fall asleep, and not waking up until 1 in the afternoon.

Corpse had been her consistency. For nearly a month, they had created a routine, and it helped Madison more than he could ever imagine.

Now, with no set schedule, and no medicine to calm her down, she was an anxious mess all the time, her brain wired from the moment she woke up until she would finally fall asleep. She couldn't stand it, and somehow, the alcohol seemed to help.

Thankfully, neither of their fanbases seemed to notice anything that was going on, so she didn't get too much pressure from her audience to be involved with him at all.

Every night she typed a message to him, and nearly sent it, trying to make amends and get her friend back. By the time she had completed the paragraph, her courage had faded and it no longer seemed like a good idea.

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MISS YOU! Out on Youtube, Spotify, Apple Music, tiktok and all that.

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Madison listened to the song too many times before she got the courage to text him about it. She hadn't spoken to him in over a month, not since their argument.

At first, she wouldn't have considered it being about her. Not at all.

Not until she listened to the lyrics closer, recognizing "just a glamorized desk job rotting away" as something she had definitely told him. It was cool, at first, realizing there was a song written about her even if it wasn't positive, until she put the pieces together. Corpse loved her, at least, in the song he said he did.

She considered congratulating him first, but decided maybe that was too friendly. But she was proud, and the song was great, but did she want him to know she thought that? Was this just something she shouldn't say at all?

Now that she had the idea of texting him, it wouldn't go away.

Until she got another idea.

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Maybe she shouldn't have driven to his apartment. Maybe she had gone a little too far, but she couldn't help it. Now she was here, parked right next to his car. She knew he was just up the stairs, probably reading hate comments on his new song. He had told her he had a nasty habit of doing that.

She took deep breaths, trying to calm down. Although her OCD had made it impossible for her not to come here, her anxiety made it impossible for her to go inside now. Finally, she exited her car, making her way slowly up the stairs. It was nearing midnight and she couldn't really see in front of her. She hadn't considered Corpse might be asleep until she had already knocked on the door.

She kept her head down, not wanting to see the look of disappointment when Corpse finally did answer the door, if he answered at all.

Hearing the door open, she instinctively put her head up, looking at Corpse in the eyes.

"Madison? What.. what are you doing here?"

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