He returned to his seat, setting his eyes back to look across the table at Izzy, curious to see how quickly she'd mention anything about the song. Clearly it was something that he knew was going to come up this evening just for the fact that the story has gained so much traction. He looked down, nodding his head after she spoke, despite not grasping onto what she'd whisper to herself, he had a good idea along the lines of what it could be. Sighing softly, it was odd for him to see Izzy how she was today, while he had seen her in more personal and intimate ways than most people when they dated, he hadn't seen this side of hers much in the past. Which ironically in the song, Ryan points a finger at himself for shielding certain things about himself from the subject of the song. "Yeah, I'm writing songs. You're a songwriter too, you know all about this life of ours." Looking back up at her, he aimlessly tapped his fingers against the table, his usual long-windedness lost at the moment. "You've heard the song, I know. It's... I never meant for it to become this, what it is today. Maybe I should have called you before it came out. I don't know if that would have helped at all." He told her quietly. What truly got to Ryan about this whole ordeal was the fact that it was all in one way or another hurting Izzy, which he absolutely hated, especially when he was aware that it was his fault at the end of the day.

"Look, Iz… I don’t write songs for shock value. I don’t write songs so they can become fucking tabloid fodder for everyone to read." He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair as he searched for the words to best articulate his feelings about all this mess he’d made. "I guess somewhere in my head I just thought people would have cared more about how it’s the first song I release in three years and how it sounds pretty good, rather than focus on who it is or isn't about. I was totally wrong, I know." He scoffed, shaking his head. By now he knew that him releasing song meant it was going to be broken down into its smallest form to figure out who he was writing about thanks to his dating history, but he didn't predict it was going to create such a ripple effect and drag Izzy into this. "I know you might not believe me, I know you might think I did this out of malicious intent or even bought into the notion that everyone was right about me with what you've heard, but.... you know me better than a lot of people. You've seen me past what people perceive me to be. I met your parents, you met my mom, I showed you my hometown, we traveled, we went to a Super Bowl together, we had all these beautiful moments together. You've seen me for who I really am and I hope that's not a bad guy in your eyes," he wasn't sure if she even cared to hear from him at this point, especially with why they agreed to meet tonight in the first place. "I never meant to upset you or hurt you or whatever mixture of emotions you're feeling right now. It might not mean anything now, you might just think anything I say now is bullshit but I care about you greatly." He cleared his throat, dropping his gaze away from her brown eyes for a moment, before looking back up and shrugging his shoulders. "Hell, I love you... still. And I'm sorry for everything. The song, the last three years... everything" He spoke aloud, although his voice became more hushed with each word he told her.

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"And you totally have that right, Isabel. I have a lot of respect for you, and I cherish the time we spent together, I really do. In no way did I want that song to become this disaster it is now. Most of the song I wrote almost two years ago after we broke up and I thought with the time that had passed it wouldn't have turned into this. I'm never going to go out there and admit this song is about you or even say a word about what we had. I'm not going to partake in the circus. I had way more issues going on with myself while we were a thing and I wish I had been more honest about that" He knew saying this now meant nothing, the song was out there and everyone was reading into, be it in the explicit light in which Izzy is displayed or his apparent shade thrown towards her relationship. He also couldn't say that the storm would die down when he'd go on to release the album later this year that had a handful of songs that could be tied to her as well. Ryan felt himself at a crossroad between his music and burning bridges of lovers past. "I don't know either," he replied quietly to her string of questions. He usually would pride himself at having an answer or solution for everything, even if it meant his whole life crumbling apart. He's had no issue of moving on from relationships in the past but it was different with Izzy, she was someone who ever since they broke up, there was no amount of meaningless sex to be had that erased her from his mind. "If you love someone, you just want to see them happy. That's all I want you to be, I can tell he clearly makes you happy." Ryan sighed out, looking off for a moment before returning his gaze to her. "And no, I'm not with someone, despite of what the media says. I haven't been in what you'd call a relationship since we broke up. I've been working on myself, trying to become less of a fuck up," he stated with a small chuckle, going for the glass of water and taking a sip of it.

"That's one of my biggest regrets. I wish at the time of us being together I would have been more honest with you about certain things.... love, romance, relationships, they are all about timing. You know... I've had this whole anxiety thing for years now, the majority of my life at this point, and for some reason when it started acting up again two or three years ago I tried to hide it. I felt that need to keep that side of me hidden from those closes to me because I just thought I'd lose the ones I cared and love the most, that they would just see me in this extremely vulnerable and weak state where they would just write me off as being crazy or something. So I chose to rather partake in less than ideal temporary medicines instead of just seeking the help I needed and confine with the people I loved." He sighed out, thinking back to those rather dark days in his life where he would put up a facade and act like everything was fine when the moment he was alone he just felt his world crumbling on top of him. Once Izzy had called over a waiter, Ryan spoke up after her, almost ordering a whiskey before stopping himself and making it a Perrier. "Thanks... maybe there's one woman nuts enough to even get close to me at this point of my life," he jokingly remarked with a soft chuckle, shrugging his shoulders at her follow-up comment as he rested his arms on the table. "It's a fickle silver lining if anything. That crap doesn't mean anything to me. Being in your good graces, still having this friendship or whatever you want to call it between us alive, that means much more to me than a number one song ever can." Same as she had seen phases of him that most people don't know about, same could be said with the time he spent with Izzy. He understood her as a much more complex figure than many would foresee her as. "We're just works in progress, right? None of us are close to perfect, we're all working on ourselves. It never stops. Honestly though, you're one of the kindest and most genuine souls I've ever met. I think in some ways seeing you, seeing the kind of person you are, has motivated me in the last couple of years to try to be a better person." The waiter returns with their respective drinks after a few minutes of ordering them, thanking him as he steps away. "Repairing burned bridges, huh? Story of my fucking life, Iz." He chuckled a bit more lighthearted, taking a swig of his drink. "I think that the world works in strange ways and the people that are meant to be a part of you life will come around again, be it a year or five or fifteen years down the line. Life works in cycles."

Izayiah had just got some news from his family back in italy which meant he would have to leave and return home for a little while, Ezra was changing and he turned to her. "Ezra I just got some news from home my gran is unwell and she wants to see everyone incase she dies". He then sighs. "Which mean I have to go back to italy for a while, but I don't know if you wanted to come with me?".

Izayiah shakes his head. "I am pretty sure my family won't mind, I mean my ma will love you and they will respect that I want you there". He says looking at her. "You don't have to come, just thought it'd be nice for you to see italy and my house". He then kissed her.

Izayiah smiles. "Good because I didn't wanna leave you behind". He then shrugs. "Well I will book the flight for tomorrow now if that's ok?". He then kissed her again moving her hair with his hand.

Ezra wakes up to Izayiah's voice, which she finds beautiful, and looks up to him. She saw he him get dressed, looking as good as ever, as he asks her if she wants to join him on a photoshoot. Obviously, she would love to. "Sure! I'd love to", she stands up, completly naked, which is why she covers her body with the blanket.

She just nodded, confirming that she would go with him. She kissed him back, tasting his lips. "Why don't we just cuddle? Maybe watch a movie?", she heard the hint when he said 'something' but she didn't feel like having sex again. Her body was still tired from yesterday night's 'session'.

Tyron had just finished this new song but his mind wasn't on that. For years he had held a grudge on people for a long time, and because of that he has done a lot of bad terrible things. He started with Mariko, messing with her head and commenting about he was nothing compare to her in evil and thought she deserved everything she got in her life. Vara, she was innocent but he got a look alike and she watched the girl get raped and sexuality assulted. Aikya was different digging into her past he found her past to be dark and dangerous, He had to get his hands dirty and spill blood on the ground but it was worth it to get close to her. Now it seems like the more he dug the more he found out about doll house and about Mrs. Smith