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Wide Eyed

There weren't any words that could express his relief when she poked her head out of the window.

At least he'd gotten the right one.

That had been his first problem. He'd never actually been inside her house before.

Luckily he'd remembered something she'd said about the view she got from her window.

Thank goodness. He couldn't imagine his embarrassment if her mum or anyone else that lived with her had poked their head out of that window.

She was staring at him. Wide eyed.

Almost frightened.

He'd wanted to say something. Something. Anything before he'd started.

But when he'd opened his mouth, nothing has come out.

And so he played the first note on Emma's guitar.

And then rest just came to him.

And when he was done, she just stared at him.

"What are you doing here?!" Came the harsh whisper.

"I..." What was he supposed to say, "I came to sing for you."

"Sing?"

"Yeah, I've been...practising."

She didn't say anything at first and then she disappeared from her window.

For a moment he panicked. Where did she go? Was she coming back?

He moved his guitar so it was easier to hold now he wasn't playing.

She appeared again, her hands tightening on the window sill, most likely from the cold.

"So...um, I was - I mean," she visibly gulped and closed her eyes, "I'm gonna go downstairs, to the door. You can, I mean - meet me down there?"

Surprise clear on his face, he nodded slowly as if he was imagining her.

"Ok, um." She closed the window and disappeared from his sight once again.

Once the curtains pulled closed, his finally snapped into action, pulling the guitar over his head and hastily making his way towards the door.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 02, 2016 ⏰

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