He waits for her to wake up. The monitor beside her bed beeps every few seconds, indicating her steady heart beat. Bandages wrap around her arm, hiding the cuts she had made. He clutches her hand, rubbing circles on the outside of it. He lays his head on the side of the bed and drifts to sleep.
He wakes up to her quiet moan. His head shoots up to see her opening her eyes.
"Baby, how are you feeling?" he asks.
"I'm fine," she replies, then she lowers her head.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm glad you're here," she whispers, then her voice gets very quiet, he almost doesn't hear her next words, "But I wish you weren't."
"What?" he asks, surprised.
She looks up and smiles.
"I wish I could hear you play."
"I can!"
He pulls out his phone and opens his piano app. He plays her favorite song.
YOU ARE READING
A Song For You.
FanficExcited to play for her the song he had worked tirelessly on, he waits in his living room for the doorbell to sound, indicating that she had arrived. He was too jumpy to practice while he waited, so he paced around. He waited for hours. -Story ide...
