Lost records: Bloom & Rage · Y/n story by @melsluvssx

The smell of stale coffee and rain-slicked pavement clings to the air as I step out of the diner, the door swinging shut behind me with a soft creak. My phone buzzes in my pocket—a text from an unknown number. I almost ignore it.

Autumn

Hey. It’s been years. I hope you remember me. I’m Autumn. Remember Bloom & Rage? I got a package that mentions our band. I’m scared Y/N. Let’s meet up. You know where.

The words blur for a second. Bloom & Rage. A name I haven’t heard in decades. A name I buried right alongside everything else that summer. My thumb hovers over the screen, the cursor blinking in the reply box like a heartbeat I can’t quite steady.

Autumn

Y/N, please. Think about it. Who would send this package to my house?

The rain starts up again, light and cold, tapping against the awning above me. I should delete the message. I should block the number. But my fingers are already moving, typing out a reply before my brain catches up.