Orpheus

Chapter 9: A Thousand Lullabies

(Bright's Point of View)

"I'm heading out. I'll get us some coffee."

I looked at Win after he said that. I watched as his figure slowly disappeared from my view. Does he really like me that much? I asked myself this question a lot. It has been two months since we met and to say that there is something going on between us is not a lie. I enjoy Win's company. I adore his cute smile and the moments when he gets shy because I would flirt back. Why I allowed him to be this close to me came off as a big surprise. I remember getting annoyed by his presence in the beginning, but after I started opening up to him, I also started feeling calm whenever he's around. I'm not stupid to not know that I am attracted to him. You are! My mind would always shout that whenever I try to ask myself that same question. But to say that I want him in my life is different. I don't think I am ready for another relationship. I don't think I'm even capable of having a relationship at all.

After I lost sight of his shadow, I placed my attention back to the piece of paper I am holding. We've been in the studio for nearly 8 hours. The melody to the song is an absolute challenge for me. I've been revising it since morning, and I can't seem to get the right fit to Win's lyrics. Renz was right when he said that Win's got a gift when it comes to words. I let my fingers run through his handwriting. His words were so powerful, and he's been vocal about his inspiration for it:

I could sing you a thousand lullabies

I could tell you a million reasons why

When all of your dream just fade away

And all of those you love just walk away

I could sing you a thousand lullabies

And maybe then after a while

I will see the light in your eyes

Hush now please stop your crying

Don't fret, love, it'll soon be over

If you feel like the world is slowly changing

And you can't keep up cause it's suffocating

Hold your breath and count to ten

Then tell me your worries and maybe then

Ssshhhh, I know, I know what's wrong

Don't give up love, tomorrow's coming

If you feel like the world just keeps on faking

And you no longer have a way of escaping

Hold your breath and count to ten

Then tell me of your worries and maybe then

I can still remember what Win said when I asked him about the lyrics to this song:

"I was inspired by your breakdown," he smilingly said. Then, he held my hand, firmly gripped it, and softly whispered to my ear, "You're not alone now, Bright. I'm here."

Those words sent warmth to my heart. Win felt what I felt. It didn't take him a long time to understand that I have been alone, just by myself.

Win's gift for words is the same gift that Euri possessed. Sometimes, it scares me when I see a lot of similarities between Win and Euri. Their smiles were both captivating - a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. They have the same tastes when it comes to books, songs, and even their choice of words to use in several unexpected circumstances. Euri's very particular with her clothes, so as Win, who happens to spend a lot of time finding the perfect attire for the day. He's been very vocal about his feelings for me, and it shakes me to my core. If there's anything that sets Win apart, it's his eyes. His eyes never emitted a feeling of sadness, and it's been contagious. Every time he gets near me, I often find myself ashamed to not give in to his positivity.