Glass Hearts

VII

Roy

I released Christine, sitting back down. I ripped the letter to shreds, never wanting to see it again. Christine silently walked over and sat down, far enough away.

"You should never do that..."

"Sorry..."

I sighed. I decided to leave her alone about it for now, for I most likely got the point across.  She'd beat herself up over it most likely, seeing as she already did in the letter. I glanced over at her, she was fiddling with her thumbs. I leaned over, wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"Do you think there is anything that you're good at?"

"Not particularly..."

"What about things you like?" At least talking about her interests could raise her mood.

"Music. I deffinately enjoy listening to music." She gave a small smile.

I fiddled around in my pocket until I brought my phone out, "Okay then." I pulled up my music files and played my favorite song.

By the look of her expression she didn't enjoy it. "That's a lot of profanity, and a gruesome retelling of the three little pigs..."
(Quick Author note: Yes, this is a real song. No, I do not listen to it.)

I didn't know what to do about it, I had no idea what kind she liked, so I just turned it off. She had her head down, her mind elsewhere trapped in thought.

Finally, she asked, "Have you ever heard of Pink Floyd?"

"Erm, no."

"What?" She sounded a little shocked, but her smile grew wider, "I think you'd like it. They're a famous rock band. "

"I'll have to listen to them later." I felt a small smile twist on my lips.

"Start with Dark Side of the Moon. Its a classic." She gave a small chuckle, "It's funny. I like classic rock and roll, but my favorite song is for 'sissies' I guess..." She looked ashamed.

"Well it's your favorite right? Does it really matter what it's for? As long as it keeps you joyful, that's all that matters, right?"

She nodded, "But still..."

"No buts. I bet if I listened to it I'd like it." I had no idea what I was saying, I didn't particularly enjoy girly music.

"You'd think? I could play it now I guess..."

"Go ahead."

She nodded once more and took out her phone. She scrolled for s bit before the music began to play. The song starts with the vocalist asking to be counted in before she starts singing. There's a calm guitar in the background. I saw Christine smile, mouthing the words.

When the chorus came around, she quietly sang, "It starts at my toes and I crinkle my nose, where ever it goes. I always know  that you make me smile. Please stay for a while now. Just take your time where ever you go..."

It was nice to see her enjoy something. Even if this song was a tad girly, and wasn't my taste, I let her enjoy it. After what has been happening to her these past three days, she needs some sort of crutch. She closed her eyes, leaned on me more, and continued to enjoy the song until it finished.

Once it was over she looked up at me, her hazel eyes not trying to avoid my gaze for once, "You didn't like the song. I can tell. I can see it in your eyes."

She surprised me, taking me aback and forcing me to have a moment to think, "Was that just a guess?"

"No, it was not." She let out a small giggle and smiled, "Sometimes you're a little easy to read."