ivy | drew starkey

The arena lights were blinding, a harsh halo around Ivy May Swift as she stepped onto the stage. The roar of the crowd was a familiar thunder, yet tonight, it felt distant, muffled by the pounding of her own heart. This wasn't just another performance; it was an open wound, a raw confession set to music.

The opening notes of 'loml' filled the vast space, a haunting melody that mirrored the ache in her chest. Two months ago, she’d released this song, a public eulogy to her relationship with Timothée Chalamet. Every lyric had been dissected, every syllable scrutinized, yet no one truly understood the cost of those words.

Her voice, usually so clear and strong, trembled on the first verse. "Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway..."

A slight crack, and the crowd surged with a wave of empathy, their cheers willing her onward. Ivy bit down hard on her lip, forcing back the tears that threatened to blur the bright lights above.