I Don't Even Know Your Name

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*Shawn's POV*

"Good, now put your fingers here." I told Ruth, who was holding my guitar.

"Like this?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly right."

"Okay, let me try it again. The chord progression is E, G, B, then A right?"

"Yep." I replied.

"Okay, I think I got it."

"You've got, a hold of me, don't even know your power, I stand, a hundred feet, but I fall when I'm around yah." Her high voice sung.

"Show me, an open door, you go and slam it on me," I joined in.

"I can't, take anymore, I'm sayin' baby please have Mercy on me, take it easy on my heart, even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearin' me apart, would you please have, Mercy, Mercy, on my heart." We sang together in harmony. This was one of my favorite things to do with Ruth. Both of our passions brought such life to the music, and the feeling, the feeling it gave us was indescribable.

It had been four days since the ice skating incident. We've been on a lot adventures since then. We went on a little trip to see Toronto, spent time with my family, and went on long car rides where we just talked about anything and everything. I had been teaching Ruth how to play for a little over a day. She already knew where to place each of her fingers for Mercy. She was catching on really quick, she is a true, raw, talent. 

"That was fun." She said, setting my guitar on my bed.

"Yeah, you're catching on quick."

"Thanks." She said, kissing my cheek.

"Ewwwww, PDA!!!" I heard Aaliyah yell from my doorway.

"Aaliyah, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Dad said that Ruth should play piano for us." Aaliyah's head turning towards Ruth.

"How does that sound?" I asked Ruth, hoping she'd say yes.

"Yeah, I'd love to play for you guys!"

"Alright let's go then." I took her hand and walked her downstairs to the keyboard.

"Mom, Dad, Ruth is gonna play for us!" Aaliyah exclaimed, her voice echoing throughout the house.

Both my parents came downstairs. They sat down on the couch in the living room next to Aaliyah and I. The key board and bench stood to the left of the couch, where Ruth plopped her thin body onto.

"Should I play and sing?" She asked, grazing her hands over they keys.

"Whatever you would like, dear." Mom said.

"Okay, I think I'll do that then."

"What song you got in your back pocket, babe?" I asked.

"Um... I think I still know 'Habits' by Tove Lo."

"Alright, go for it." I said, eager for her.

She gently placed her fingers on the keys, and began to play.

"Oh, oh..... Oh, oh..... Oh, oh.... I eat my dinner in my bathtub, then I go to sick clubs, watchin' freaky people gettin' it on, it doesn't make me nervous, if anythin' I'm restless, yeah I've been around and I've seen it all, I drank up all my money, tastin' kinda lonley, you're gone and I gotta stay high, all the time, to keep you off my mind...."  I could see my parents' eyes grow wide with amazement, as they listened to her voice.

"Spend my days locked in a haze, tryna forget you babe I fall back down, gotta stay high, all my life to forget I'm missin' you." Her voice soared above the melody, causing my parents to move forward in their seats.