I'm so sorry || cth (discontinued)

Surprise that I crash into you

10| Surprise that I crash into you

~Calum~

Stephanie's eyes met mine as I gave her an encouraging smile. She took a deep breath in before she started playing.

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

Her voice harmonically sang with the strums of her guitar.

And they say she's in the Class A Team,
Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us,
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Her voice was filled with so much emotion it made her sound so vulnerable.

Ripped gloves, rain coat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say she's in the class A Team,
Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since eighteen, but lately
her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we're just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
And sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eyed
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say she's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since eighteen, but lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come to free us
And we're all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
And sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die

Honestly, she was amazing. Her voice, her guitar playing. She was just amazing. Stephanie was amazing.

My eyes were glued to her as she flushed and walked quickly off stage.

After a few moments of me staring at the empty chair on the stage, I leaned over to Luke and whispered in his ear, "That was...-"

"Amazing?" Luke interrupted.

I nodded viciously.

"Jesus," Luke mumbled, "calm down before your head falls off."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up."

The hall was filled with claps as Stephanie rushed off the stage; head down and looking more awkward than usual.

A few minutes later Stephanie was sitting in the chair between me and Luke.

She was keeping her eyes trained forward, avoiding everyone's stares.

I nudged her. "You were amazing," I whispered.