I heard birds chirping, that's what woke me up. I sat up from the floor and gathered my surroundings. I could feel the dried tears plastered to my face. I stood up slowly, my knees creaking and stretching my sore limbs. I sighed and picked up a few more things I wanted to remember her forever. I finally went to the closet. I opened it and saw a bunch of clothes. All y/n's or course. I pushed back the clothes and found a guitar case. I felt my knees start to wobble, making me grab the side of the closet door. Tears came streaming down in heavy collections, the lump in my throat unbearable. I dropped to my knees running my hands across the dusty, black case. I ran my fingers at the lock on it and slowly opened it. There it was. The guitar that brought y/n to me. The one that brought happiness. I slowly picked it up the tears still falling fast. I shifted my weight to one leg while I brought my leg from under me. I placed the guitar on my right leg and began strumming the song y/n was playing when I first met her. -------------------------------------------------------- I sighed and exited the coffee shop, a drink in my hand and my phone in the other. More shit with KeemStar. He started saying shit like, I was a furry. Which, normally, it wouldn't have bothered me if Hyojin, a close friend, wasn't a furry. I huffed reading some hate comments on my social media. Obviously they were KeemStar fans, and quite dedicated too. They just 'threw up' the shit he's already said, and I've already heard that. I noticed something. Usually the streets were filled with honking, yelling, and bustling. But today, there was something different. There was still the honking and yelling, but there was new sound. A guitar. I slipped my phone into my pocket and went searching for the noise. I weaved in and out of people, occasionally apologizing for bumping them. I slipped out of the steady stream of people hurrying to the next place they need to be. There sat a woman. She was seated on the fountain bench, her guitar case open for tips. I smiled at the woman. It was refreshing to hear actual music playing in the streets of London. Some people stopped, some tipped, and others continued tapping away on their phones, ear buds in. I wanted to rip them out and make them listen. The song was beautiful and she was obviously talented. Her hair was covering her face, as she looked down at the strings. I stood there, enjoying being away from all the shit that's happening with Keem. I closed my eyes and stuck my hands in my pockets, tilting my head up.
The music came to a stop. In a way, it was like the love we had. Beautiful and exhilarating, then gone.
I opened my eyes and looked at the girl. I began clapping and so did a few others who decided to tap out of their phones. She looked around. It was the first time I got a good look at her. She had gorgeous e/c eyes that flitted around and long/short h/c hair that blew in the wind. She was beautiful.
She looked at me. I was the only one that was still clapping. All the others had left, pulling their phones out. I stopped clapping and slipped my wallet out. I pulled a 10 out and walked over to the case and dropped it in. She smiled. My heart stopped.
"Thank you." She said scrunching up her nose and smiling.
"Can I sit?" I asked motioning to the place next to her.
