This comment will probably get buried, but this is such a specific mood. It's the feeling of walking away from a concert before it's over, or having to leave from a party while you're friends are still there having fun - but for now, you have to go back to the real world. You have stuff to do. And this transition is always bittersweet.
pov; you're a teen boy who has realized he is homosexual. while you're preparing your confession outside, the music starts to play and you become rather curious as to why this church would be playing this song. you look through the old stained glass window and see that the only person inside is the priest's adopted son, the one who allowed you to discover your true self. you two have been in love for a while now. he plays this song knowing your outside ready to expose your 'sin' to a pack of wolf-like people, ready to pounce. you both know there's only one thing left to do: run away and don't look back. your lives depend on it.
This hits different when you’re in the car with your homophobic relatives thinking about the person you love who’s the same sex Edit: yes I’m aware this was oddly specific-
