Definition Of Her//Adopted By Lin Manuel Miranda(COMPLETE)

Chapter 2. Stuck in my Head Like a Melody

Lins pov:

I couldn't get her voice out of my head. It kept ringing and ringing. There was no beat but the melodic tone played through my head making me treasure it every time. It never got old, it never got to repeatitive no. Every single time it flowed through my head I smiled but then frowned because she was stuck in my head

Her thin figure, hip bones popping from her jeans, arms noticeably skinner then common, dark circles and glossed over eyes. How could a sound so sweet come from someone so worn torn and collateral. I could still here the loud thud from when she hit the ground and her flinch away was on repeat in my head. What if she was out there? What if she's hurt? What if? What if? What if? Breath in.

I stood on the theatre fire escape calming myself, she's out there somewhere. If I don't take care of her someone must have, she has to be safe....

Yet she's walking around in the dark, I can see her and the sweet voice comes back again. I watch as she places her stuff down on a bench and curls onto it, using her bag as a pillow. I wait twenty minutes until I know she is asleep, I walk into my dressing room and grab a blanket from the couch and two water bottles from the fridge. I walk out the theatre with my stuff in tow. I kneal down beside her. "Poor thing" I whisper to myself, she must have gotten into a bad fight with her parents. "I don't need your pity, please" I heat back and I'm reaching for the blanket.

"Gray?" I ask, she opens her eyes. "Lin go home" she says, I sigh. "Why are you out here?" I ask placing the two water bottles in front of the bench. "Reasons" she says, she yawns. "I know you don't want my help but you're getting it anyway" I reply, as I'm waiting for a response back I notice her eyes have shut souly and breathing is light. I smile, placing the blanket over her. I carefully place a fifty dollar bill into her clenched palm. I reach over to my wallet and pull out a ten, with Hamilton on it. I write my number and slip it in as well. "Goodnight Gray Wilson" I say and kiss her head.

Now back home to my own son and the baby sitter