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CHAPTER 24

I backed away from him. I blushed, embarrassed.
"Get dressed." I whispered to him
"Yes, mum." I said a little bit louder
"Come here I want to tell you something. I am waiting for you downstairs."
I sighed. I went to the kitchen downstairs.
"Yes mum?" I asked angrily
"I have to go, my friend is very sick and I will go to visit her then I'll go to work, I have a night shift. I'll come at 3 a.m."
"Okay mum. Are you leaving right now?"
"Yes. I have made some food for you if you and Harry want to eat."
"Thank you mum, bye."
I went back upstairs, I opened the door and found Harry holding my guitar, which I used to play on when I was young but right now I really don't play on it at all. He looked at me and wiped away his tears, he was crying.
"What's wrong Harry? Why are you crying?" I asked concerned.
"I am not crying." He said
"I am not that blind Harry, I can see that you are crying."
"There's nothing Sophy okay?"
"No it's not okay. Today morning I saw you crying and you were injured a very deep injury and you told me there's nothing and now you are holding my old guiyand crying and also you are telling me there's nothing, I am worried as hell Harry why can't you see that? Just tell me what's wrong and I can help you with it." He seemed to be surprised after what I said, he didn't expect that.
"Okay. I am sorry. But I am not in the mood of telling you what had happened today morning."
"Okay as you like. But you can tell me what's about my guitar?"
"Okay but first can you play on it?"
"I used to play on it but I haven't performed any songs on it for a out four years, since my life started to suck, anyways, that is not out point now."
"Okay, I'll tell you what's about your guitar."
"Okay, I am listening." I sat on my desk chair facing him, he was sitting on my bed holding my guitar.
"I used to have a guitar and it looked just like yours, but it was broken which made me very depressed."
"How was it broken? Of course you didn't take care of your things." I said sarcastically, but he didn't even smile.
"No, I took care of everything, literally. But Edward always fucked everything up."
"Edward, Your dad?"
"Yes, but he isn't my dad anymore." A tear fell drom his eye but he wiped it fast."Anyway, he broke my guitar as I used to play on it and sing everyday when he and mum ised to argue and it was the only thing that made me escape my sucked up reality, he got angry at me, he beat me up and then broke it."
"Why didn't you buy another one?"
"He didn't agree amd everytime he hears me singing, he hurt me. I hate him." I felt that the air became thick amd sadness and grief filled the atmosphere so I just decided to cheer him up and change the subject.
"So you can sing?"
"Yeah, I am not a good singer. My voice isn't really good.
"I don't believe you. You have to sing infront of me.
"No. I can't. I have never performed infront of anyone."
"I am not anyone. Please, just for me, just once." I kept begging him.
"Okay Okay."
"Yaaaaay." I cheered ."So, which song will you sing?"
"I'll sing a song that I have written for my mum, It's called Don't Let Me Go."
"That's great. Okay"
"Hand me my phone."
"Okay, here you are." I gave it to him, it was on my desk behind me.
He tapped on some buttons then put it beside him. He started performing on the guitar and then started to sing.

Now you are standing there right infront of me.
I hold on scared and harder to breathe.
All of a sudden these lights are blinding me.
I never noticed how bright they would be.
I saw in the corner there is photograph.
No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you. ( then, he looked at his phone.)
It lies there on its bed of broken glass.
This bed was never made for two.
I'll keep my eyes wide open, I'll keep my arms wide open.
Don't let me, Don't let me, Don't let me go, coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let me. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone. (he was crying there, his tears were falling on his cheeks like rain.)
I promise one day there I'll bring you back a star.
I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand oh.
Seems like these days I watch from a far.
Just trying to make you understand.
I'll keep my eyes wide open yeah.
Don't let me. Don't let me. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let me. Don't let me. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let me. Don't let me. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of feeling alone.
Don't let. Don't let me go. Coz I am tired of sleeping alone.

I was crying so hard then, it was just perfect, his voice was spectacular, his voice was deep and he could just sing perfectly. I wiped away my tears and tried to smile.
"You are amazing."
"No it's not that amazing. you can say just good." He was wiping his tears and tried to smile.
"Don't try to be humble. you are amazing. why don't you perform in the school parties and so?"
"I don't have the courage to sing infront of an audience, infront of anyone specifically, just you." I blushed, he is so fucking sweet.
"And why is that?"
"I suffer from theatrophobia, the fear of theatres."
"Oh.. But you have to get over it."
"I tried alot but I just freaked out everytime I was on a stage or infront of many people." I knew it was for no use right now so I just wanted ro change the subject.
"Your mum is lucky, of course she asks you everyday to sing it for her."
"No she has mever heard it before." He said sadly
"Why is that, of course she doesn't know that you have written for her."
"Yes she doesn't."
"Why didn't you tell her? She will be very proud of you."
"Yes."
"But why is it so sad? Why are you saying don't let me go? is she sick or something?"
"No, she wasn't."
"So why is that?"
His eyes were filled with tears and then he said:
"She is dead."
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NOTE:
Okay sooo, I have uploaded a video of the song if you want to hear it, I found a 2015 version of it but it wasn't very clear. Enjoy!!