Loving the non Living (C.M.B)

C H A P T E R 1

C H A P T E R 1

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"Hey Corbyn. you alright?"

Jack asked his friend a. k. a bandmate.

"Yeah I'm good. I'm going home by the way"

Corbyn said getting up from the stool.

"Dude, it's pouring outside."

Daniel, the other bandmate said.

"It's okay. I'm really tired and I definitely need some sleep."

Corbyn said getting his coat from the table.

"Alright then, bye be safe."

Jack said.

Corbyn smiled at the boys as he walked out from the studio and ran to his car.
He got in and shut the door quickly.

"Some music would be nice"

Corbyn said to himself as he put on 'Soldier Poet king' by The Oh Hellos'
Corbyn really liked the beat of the song. It gave him nostalgia of a time that he didn't know or couldn't explain.

As he was driving through the pouring rain at 9:00 pm
He saw someone standing in the middle of the road.

'who the hell stands on the middle of a road, in a pouring night?'

He thought as he pulled over to a side.

'oh it's a girl'

He came to know that the mad person who was standing there, is a girl by her clothes.
She was wearing a yellow dirty overalls on a white, also dirty t-shirt and white covered in mud, 80's shoes. She had black hair.

This was all Corbyn could see from a back view. He couldn't see her face.

'Maybe she is lost. Helping a lost girl wouldn't hurt."

Corbyn thought as he stepped out of the car taking an umbrella with him.

"Hey? Are you lost?"

He yelled.

She looked at him. He could clearly see her face now.

She had ice blue eyes with dark bags under it. her red lips were frozen by the look of it. She had mascara running down her face. She had rosy cheeks which were shivering. She was drenched. Yet she was beautiful.

"What?"

She asked. Her voice just above a whisper.

"Are you lost?"

Corbyn asked again.
She looked down.

"Sort of"

She said as she looked up. Right into his eyes.