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Chapter 22

I'm sorry I couldnt find a video that played the song that was actually by the Beatles. It's Black bird by them obviously. Suggest you listen to it while you read ;)
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Luke's POV

When I opened my eyes, I noticed the pressure on my chest, then noticing that it was because it of Nezbit who rested her head on it, and half her body was sprawled over my own.

It wasn't morning yet. It was still pitch black, I never got the chance to check the clock, but I assumed it was somewhere between the time of both three and four am.

I signed running my hand through the girls long soft hair. I felt terrible when she begged me to let her sleep with me for the night. Of course it didn't take much convincing, I actually enjoyed having her in the bed with me. I enjoyed any company she had to offer, but I didn't like her reason. I couldn't help but rerun the moments of her sad eyes standing in the doorway.

Flashback
I was already stripped down to my boxers while I ripped the cover off the mattress. I pushed the pillows to the way I liked them and was just about to get in the bed, when I heard a quiet voice behind me.

“Luke?"

I turned and scanned her for a moment before replying, “Yes?"

She bit her bottom lip, looking a little hesitant before saying, “Can I sleep in here tonight?"

I was trying to be casual. I shrugged, shaking my head, “Why?"

“I'm nervous." She explained, rubbing her foot against the carpet.

“Nervous why?"

She paused. It felt like an eternity, the moments that she stood there, feeling stupid for her own feelings, “I swear they were looking for me, Luke. They didn't say it, I just get this feeling they were."

I frowned at the ground.

It really did scare her today.

She let out a huff, “I'm sorry I know I'm being dramatic. I just can't sleep."

I wanted to tell her she wasn't and she had every right to be scared, but I didn't want her to worry, so I didn't.

“Lay down Nezbit." Is all I said.

When she did, I left the room and returned with the guitar that was in the living room. She was sitting awkwardly in the bed on her own.

“Lay down, get more comfortable." I offered.

She did as she was told whole I pulled the chair from the corner of the room closer to the bed and sat. She layed on her side watching my every move as I put the guitar in my lap.

“I haven't played it a while so bare with me."

She nodded.

I let my fingers glide down each of the strings and cringed at the few off of tune sounds. It was a few minutes of me fidgeting with the damn thing before I got to the correct sound.

My fingers jumped from string to string as I began to play, and the soothing vibrations quietly played throughout the room. I sighed be for I opened my mouth and said:
“Black birds singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All of your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise…"

When she smiled, I did too, because I love it when she does that.

It was probably one of the best moments of the past few months I had gone through, it might had been the best moment in my life actually. I was doing what I loved, making music, while comforting the person I cared about most.