Lights

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: 'The Odd Ones'
"Sometimes, kindness is all you can give. Sometimes, kindness is enough." - Anonymous

Submitted: August 25, 2016

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Quinn had not been smart.

They had no money, no house and no job. It was almost as if fate hated them.
But no, it wasn't fate. Quinn hated themself for managing to screw things up so royally. If they had just listened to their friends...

But it was too late now. Quinn couldn't do anything to get their job back, not after what they had done to their boss. They couldn't get their flat back, not until they could pay the rent that had gotten them thrown out by their landlord.

As for money, Quinn was...working on it.
Working on it meant they were busking by the river, hoping to get enough money to pay for their dinner.

One of the only things that kept Quinn warm through their thin blanket was a lone streetlight that shone overhead as Quinn slept. It wasn't much, but Quinn was grateful. A literal glow of light in Quinn's otherwise dark nights.

A woman brushed past Quinn, dropping a pound coin into their guitar case and snapping Quinn out of their thoughts. They sighed and began to play one more song just to wrap up the night.

A funny thought came to them, and they decided to play Lights by Ellie Goulding.

"I had a way then, lossing it all on my own..." They began, their fingers strumming out the chords.
"I had a heart then, but the queen has been overthrown..." A different voice sang.
Quinn stopped playing and looked up in surprise. They were met with a disappointed face.
"Hey, I liked that song!" The miffed figure in front of Quinn pouted.
Quinn chuckled. "S-sorry, I'm just not used to having p-people sing along."
And to Quinn's suprise, the figure sat down next to them, revealing their face.

They had very non-remarkable features...other than their eyes. Those eyes shone brighter than a million streetlights, filled with hopes and dreams for the future, happiness, sadness and everything inbetween. Those eyes looked as if they could almost shine into the soul of the one who looked in them. They could almost light up a dark winter's night.

"I've heard you sing before, along here."
"Y-yeah?" Quinn exclaimed, brain thinking incredibly fast to try and find an image of those eyes that they had seen before.
"I never really came up before. I live just along there." The person pointed towards the small row of houses that were lain on the other side of the small bridge Quinn sometimes slept under when it was raining.
"You have a great voice. I like listening to you sing in the evenings."
Quinn smiled, and a small blush covered their nose. This beautiful person liked their voice?
"Oh. T-thanks."
The stranger grinned and reached out to put...ten ten pound notes in Quinn's guitar case!
"Here. That should be enough money to get you started. I'll come back in a week and see how you're doing. If you're still doing badly, then I'll have no choice but to bring you back to my house."
The stranger hugged Quinn, taking Quinn aback.
"I'm going to help you through this."

Quinn was startled, but returned to hug. After a while, the stranger pulled back.
"By the way, I don't remember asking your name."
"O-oh. My n-name's Quinn."
The stranger smiled. "Nice to meet you Quinn. My name's Aurora."

I bet you all thought that was a love story. It wasn't. Quinn and Aurora never got into a relationship, or got married. Aurora helped Quinn through a difficult time in their life, and they stayed best friends until the day that they died. Quinn did get married, and Aurora was there, smiling encouragingly at them as they walked down the isle. Quinn had been in the dark for a long time, but Aurora put back a little life into Quinn's life.

Labby: Sup peeps!  Imma back with this thing. By the way, just to clear up some stuff, Quinn wasn't just nervous, they actually had a stutter, and both Quinn and Aurora were genderqueer, Quinn being non-binary and Aurora being pangender. I realised I hadn't written anything in a while so I decided to put down an idea that had been clonking around in my head for quite some time now. So, here you go. Enjoy.


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