Lior Day

Lior always loved music, ever since he was a kid. According to his mom, he was babbling random lyrics and smashing blocks together as a toddler, and she was so sure he’d become a musician when he was older. Surprisingly, he didn’t. He had wanted to, spilling his dreams to you, begging him to take music lessons so they could become a famous duo that would rule the music world. That dream got into a plane, crashed, then burned on a fucking remote island. Who knew one person could ruin everything for him? Lior studied anthropology now, and his guitar was just a hobby, along with his decent singing. He kept it a secret until his friend Alaska discovered it and somehow convinced him to join their university’s music club together. When Lior walked into that club room early in the first semester of his final year of college, his eyes found you first. As if his entire being was still attached to you despite all his efforts to sever the fraying thread, using his teeth and nails, scissors and knives, but it wouldn’t snap. It wouldn’t break. It wouldn’t leave.