story of a girl

From where she was sitting, the lines of pain in the singer’s face were evident. For in every lyric and every strum, she could feel his heart breaking.

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She finally decided to get out, after several days of hiding from the world, she finally decided to face the hurt and go out. Across the street was this bar they frequented when they were still together, and she felt that part of the hurt she has to face was returning there without him.

The singer was a new one. He looked like it was his first time to sing for a number of paying people.

She just planned on drinking a few bottles and drowning in her sorrows in solitude but something about the singer’s face made her actually listen and notice him.

She blushed when she caught his eye, and instantly moved her gaze away as if to hide the unnamed attraction she has for him. Was it some degree of love? She couldn’t say.

She couldn’t understand what was happening at that very instant but the stanger’s eyes were inviting her to bet on that feeling, that thing that was silently drawing her closer to him.

 He noticed her from the door and he kept his eyes on her until she was seated.

She was some kind of sign for him that night, that everything will go right despite the coldness of his palms and his racing heart telling him otherwise.

From where he was seated on stage, notwithstanding the blinding lights, he could see the hurt in the girl’s eyes.

And along with the wave of anxiety rushing over him was the surprising feeling of need to ease that pain.

 His apprehensions manifested in the first lines of the song but he knew he will be able to finish it well for he now has the reason to do so.

He wondered. How could someone as unfamiliar as her strike him with so much emotion even without words between them?

There was no need to understand what was happening at that very moment… because in his heart, he knew it.