Angels will fly || Ed Sheeran.

Quinta Flecha

Lila's POV

Observe desde la distancia como Ed caminaba a través de la puerta del backstage  de la gran "arena" en Londres, la O2. Lentamente pero segura lo seguí dentro de su vestidor donde él escogía una guitarra con el nombre de "Felix". Miró a las cuerdas por largo rato antes de tocar una melodía nueva.  

You're not her

Though I try to see you differently

I tow the line 

You see, I'm searching for what used to be mine

I saw your eyes

And then I saw her staring back at me

And I will try to find another one Who suited me as well as her

I moved far away from you

And I want to see you here beside me, dear

But things aren't clear

When we never even tried 

We never even talked 

We never even thought in the long run

Whenever it was painful

Whenever i was away

I'd miss you

I miss you

She was mine

I was hers

And all that's in between 

If she would cry

I would shelter her

And keep her from the darkness that will be

If I moved far away from you 

And I want to see you here beside me, dear

But things aren't clear

when we never even tried

We never even talked

We never even thought in the long run

Whenever it was painful

Whenever i was away

I'd miss you

I miss you

Don't drop me in

It's not my turn

If you keep deep 

Then i might learn

You scarred and left me 

Like a sunburn

We never even tried

We never even talked

We never even thought in the long run

Whenever it was painful

Whenever i was away

I'd miss you

I miss you

Una pequeña lagrima se deslizo de su ojo antes de ser apartada rápidamente. Cambió su camisa y se dirigió al escenario. El ruido de la audiencia impacto mis frágiles oídos. Él saludó con la mano y sonrió antes de poner la correa de la guitarra sobre sus hombros. Empezó a rasguear las cuerdas y pisar los pedales, arreglando el tono antes de empezar a cantar, pero esta vez con una melodía familiar.