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The Music They Sing

Short story By: BurlesqueAugust
Romance



How She Makes Her Song His Song - Song By: Flyleaf - Song Title: So I Thought - Original Title: Their Song


Submitted:Mar 24, 2013    Reads: 29    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The melody rang through her bedroom. A colorful stream of feeling was poured through her voice. The girl grinned subconsciously into the mirror as she brushed her long, wet, tangly hair. She just arrived at her home; the building she calls her security, where her family is there to protect, love and care for her. With the lyrics of her favorite song falling out of her lips, she was using her natural voice. No, she never had training, no tips; she was an original raw singer. Her voice was hers and hers only. The song was a beautiful masterpiece by a band she thought was amazing. Flyleaf was their name. Yes, they are a heavy rock and metal band, but some of their songs were slow and in her opinion, the best. Little did she know he was sitting right outside. He was walking out of the guest bedroom when he heard her. He was her best friend and he was staying the weekend since they were barely able to see each other. He stopped and was a little confused. He leaned against the wall, right by the door of her room. He grinned at the sound. All your twisted thoughts free flow To ever lasting memories show soul He slid down the wall, sitting down, and just listened to her; without her knowing. She just sang what she felt each day, none of the rest of their friends, not even her family in knowing. She did so to just relax before she goes into, in her quotes, "a room full of the oddest shades of weirdos which all are of the same blood". She always grinned at the thought and guess what? She was thinking of that exact quote; she grinned. You could hear her small smile in her singing and he grinned in hearing that. Kiss the stars with me And dread the wait for Stupid calls returning us to life She finally finished coming out her long honey blond hair but at the moment, it looked brunette because of the shower she had taken at just a little while ago before. We say to those who are in love It can't be true 'cause we're too young I know That's true Because So long I was in love with you So I thought His grin was growing a little smaller; listening to the lyrics. She woven a one-sided french braid into her bands and it ascended down her shiny locks. She then place the comb onto her desk and grabbed a cropped T-shirt from her closet. A year goes by And I Can't talk about it His grin was shrinking as each word sunk into his chest and nearly cut his heart On my knees dim lighter room Thoughts free flow try to consume Myself And this I'm not Faithless Just paranoid Of getting lost or that I might loose Ignorance is bliss cherish it In pretty neighborhoods you learn too much To hold Believe It not And fight the tears With pretty smiles and lies about the times He was no longer grinning but an expression that was portraying himself to be deep in thought and listening intently to a certain sound; a sound that made his heart joyous but heavy all at the same time. She slipped out of her pajama shirt, leaving herself in a tank top and she slid on her cropped T-shirt. A year goes by And I Can't talk about it The times Weren't Right And I Couldn't talk about it Then, it stuck him; dead in the chest. Choris romance says goodnight Close your eyes and I'll close mine Remember you remember me Hurt the first the last between Choris romance says goodnight Close your eyes and I'll close mine Remember you remember me Hurt the first the last between He knew why she always hummed this song and why she was singing it now. It hurt him but to know why it was her favorite song, but it also made him ecstatic with delight; he knew he would have trouble standing up form his knees threatening to not be able to work from his excitement. And I'm praying That we will see Something there In between Then and there That exceeds So we can dream So we can talk about it His eyes now shut and his smile came back. He leaned his head against the wall in pride in knowing why it was her song. It was her life. It explained everything she's gone through, everything she will go through, and everything she's excited to go through. Her song. Choris romance says goodnight Close your eyes and I'll close mine Remember you remember me Hurt the first the last between Choris romance says goodnight Close your eyes and I'll close mine Remember you remember me Hurt the first the last between And I'm praying That we will see Something there In between Then and there That exceeds So we can dream He was amazed at her voice. Being the musician he already was, he knew the difference of a trained voice and raw voice; her was hers. Perfectly hers. And all these twisted thoughts I see Jesus there in between And all these twisted thoughts I see Jesus there in between Then, her voice stopped and he rose his head, wide eyes. "Okay...." he heard her voice. He smirked knowing she always mumbled that and held it for a long time whenever she was abot to finish something. He stood up quickly in hearing her turn off the lights. He ran into the living room, ignoring the curious looks the other members of her family and some of the pair's friends made, sat on the closest sofa. She walked out of the room she claimed hers and descended the stairs; grinning at them all who also sent her wondering looks. Unknowingly saving him, she never did notice them. When she walked into the kitchen to make a glass of water for herself, the other boys and her family went back to talking and watching television. He brought his sleeve up to his forehead and wiped off the sweat that collected there. She then walked casually into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. "Thank you." he whispered where only she could hear him. Yes, she was confused, yes she hid it and just nodded. "You're welcome." Her voice rang into his ears. He grinned at her obliviousness, but also he did so at her innocence. She just made her song his song.




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