She is released from the hospital a few days later. He is there to pick her up and drive her home. She looked more drained than usual, something he didn't know was possible.
The car ride is awkwardly silent. She is fiddling with the hem of her shirt. He finally clears his throat, grabbing her attention.
"Do you want to grab takeout Chinese?" he asks.
"No thank you," she replies quietly.
"Do you want to... Drop by my house and watch a movie?"
She perks up a bit.
"Piano afterward?"
He smiles brightly.
"Of course!"
She bites her lip and nods. He hands her his phone.
"Better tell your parents then."
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A Song For You.
أدب الهواةExcited 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...
