Hello my darlings -

So, a lot of people have been messaging me/leaving me reviews asking about the sequel. Well, the deal was that I had this terrible spell of writers block (like, one for the record books), and then a friend of mine helped me out, and I'm happy to say I'm back on track. I have a good amount of the story in the works, but I'm sad to say it's no where NEAR ready to be published. I want to have a good portion of the story ready and in good shape before I publish anything. I don't want to give a specific time frame for when I'm going to start publishing chapters just in case I don't live up to it, but don't expect it any time in the month of March (and probably not April either...). But! Fear not! Below I have provided you with a brief preview of the story. Just know that things are subject to change, but I hope this whets your appetite enough while you wait for me to hurry my ass up.

That being said, if you have any ideas for the sequel, hit me up now-ish before I write most of the story. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

There was a brief silence, and then Albus cleared his throat. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I knew what that meant. A throat clear. We were about to get serious again.

"Just spit it out."

"How did you—?"

"I know you better than you know yourself. What is it?"

He sighed. "Well it's Guy."

I frowned. "What about him?"

"I talked to him about you wanting to postpone the release of the new album…" Albus kept his eyes firmly on the television set. "He was not happy."

I put my hands underneath me to adjust so I could sit up a bit straighter. "Did you explain to him that the song he wants so desperately isn't ready?"

"He says it is."

I shook my head. "No. It isn't. And I don't understand what he doesn't get about that. He's supposed to be our manager. He's supposed to—"

"He is our manager, yes, but he works for the label. They want the album to drop next week, and they don't want to wait."

"Al—"

"Rose, we've already postponed twice. The song is ready. What more do you want to do to it?"

I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Albus, Guy, the label—they didn't understand. They didn't know what that song meant to me, and they didn't understand that it had to be perfect. They didn't understand that it was a part of my soul, and if it was on that album and it was anything less than perfect, it would kill me.

Shortly after I had broken up with Scorpius, I had thrown myself into writing. The label had been talking about a new album for months, and I was so torn apart that I knew I had to find an outlet. I had been in the studio one afternoon, and the pain had overwhelmed me. I had written the song in record time. It was about pain. Suffering. Heartbreak. And it had felt so good to sing it. I had been holding everything inside for weeks, but in that moment, it was the first time that I felt even slightly better. I felt like I could say what I wanted to say and feel how I wanted to feel. I felt in control for the first time since he'd left me.

It wasn't until I had finished that I had realized that Guy was listening. He told me how beautiful it was, and he insisted that it go on the new album. That was the first time we had postponed. After tweaking the song and beating it to death, I had begged for a second postponement. Because Albus had explained that I was going through a break up, and Guy knew I was having a hard time, Guy talked to the label, and they gave the okay. Now, the album was supposed to drop in a week, and I just wasn't ready.

I didn't know if I could handle that song being anywhere but inside my own heart.

"Albus it has to be perfect."

Albus gave me a sympathetic look. "It is."

"No, it's—"

"Rose, that song is the most beautiful and heart wrenching song you have ever written. It gives me chills every time I hear it. If you do anything else to it, you'll destroy it."

I took a shaky breath, and after a long pause, I spoke. "Fine. I'll call him tomorrow and tell him we're all set to release."

Albus grinned broadly. "Wonderful."

"But if it's not ready, I'm going to complain to you for months."

"Okay, I should probably quit while I'm ahead, but there's something else," Albus said, ignoring my last statement, as he was wont to do when I was acting like a fussy baby. "He wants us to go on tour soon after the baby is born."

"What?" I gave him an incredulous look. "Is he serious? Are you serious?"

"He said he could wait six weeks."

"Oh, how fucking kind of him," I said snarkily with an eye roll. "Let me get this straight. He wants me to leave my newborn baby after six weeks so I can go on a tour around Europe."

"He said you can bring the baby."

I gaped at him. "Wow, how generous. Yes, let me bring my newborn on a fucking rock and roll tour."

"You act like we're shooting up heroin and banging prostitutes. I have a serious boyfriend. Nate is about to get married, and—"

"And Lysander does practically bang prostitutes."

"We'll establish ground rules."

"Albus—"

"You don't have to decide now," Albus said quickly. "We can work it out."

I narrowed my eyes at him and sank into my couch a bit. We fell into silence as I contemplated that angry talk I was going to have to have with my manager. He always did shit like this. He was tall and gorgeous and looked like a rock star and he had a sexy French accent, and so he was used to people obeying his every whim. Well, I wasn't going to let him or the label bully me into doing something I didn't want to do, no matter what. I was exhausted. I was tired of fighting and begging and pleading, and I just wanted to rest. I needed a fucking break from my life. Just five minutes to sit alone and not worry about my band or Scorpius or pissing off Guy or the impending birth of the fucking fetus growing inside me. Just five minutes to forget all of it. And I could be happy.

No one understood. Not my parents, not Albus, not anyone. They didn't understand the torture that I faced knowing that Scorpius and I were done for good. It had been over three excruciating months, and no one understood the weight on my shoulders—the unbearable fucking pressure that felt like there was just a thousand pounds hanging on my back and trying to claw its way up to my brain. No one understood how it felt to know that the one person you know is the perfect one for you is gone forever.

"Scorpius is coming back."

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Albus's quiet, tentative voice.

I couldn't have heard him correctly. There was absolutely no way I was hearing what I was hearing. Scorpius was gone. He was off living a happy life in America. The perfect one for me was gone forever. Of course he wasn't coming back. He was gone. Indefinitely.

Indefinitely indefinitely INDEFINITELY.

"Mum ran into Astoria in Diagon Alley."

I couldn't speak. I couldn't think. He was gone. He wasn't coming back. No one understood, and now Albus was lying to me or he was misinformed or—

"She said she didn't know for how long or when exactly, but he's coming back," Albus continued when my voice was caught in my throat. "I just… thought you should know."

I could feel my breath coming fast. I could feel my vision blurring. Albus was saying something, but I couldn't hear him.

Then I felt a hand on my back, and I realized I was bent forward and my head was between my legs, and I was crying, and then Albus's arms were around me and I was fine.

I'm fine.

He's coming back.

Scorpius is coming back.

And I am fine.

That's all you get for now!

xo