Chapter 6:
Once I turned around I saw a red sweater similar to the one I gave away. I met some black eyes looking at them was like being pushed into a dark tunnel and slowly getting lost. She licked her dry lips giving it a wet glow. Her face was pale as the clouds, soft and beautiful. She wore the same ripped clothes she was wearing the other day.
People started to leave and be on their own way talking about something and smiling...some of them patted me on the back wishing me luck. Everyone left and the only one who stayed there was her.
"Well...that was a good show you pulled out there" she said giving me half a smile. I smiled back "Thanks...actually this is the first time I get that many attention. Usually there are some that stay and listen and others just leave me money and be on their way" I shrugged.
"You know...I see you standing on a stage one day, you'll be famous driving everyone crazy" she said sweetly.
I couldn't imagine people wanting me. Who wants me anyway? I'm not attractive like most of singers. I've been rejected so many times that I don't beleive I'll be noticed anymore but I still have hope.
"That day would be the best one, but I don't think so" I said while leaving the guitar on the bench.
"Why not? I think you are wonderful, I haven't heard a voice like that in years" she said "and...besides you play surprisingly good, I didn't know you could play the guitar like that" She said looking at me.
"You are just saying that to make me feel better" I said now sitting. Does she really think I'm that good?
She sighed and sat beside me. "I'm not just saying this to make you feel better. I really do think you are special...you have something that sparks inside" she said taking my hand and placing it on my heart. "Right here...You just don't know it yet but someday you'll find out" she said leaving my hand and placing hers on her lap. "Thanks" I said genuinely meaning it.
The day was cold, the sky was gray and gloomy. Some snow was on the sidewalks and the trees around us, not a very cheerful day actually.
She was looking at the sky and slowly she closed her eyes. I looked at her confused and intrigued. The more I looked at her the more she glowed, white and dainty like a snowflake...she looked like a lovely snowflake slowly falling from heaven.
"Whats your name?" I said still my eyes conected to her pale face. She glanced at me her eyes carefully searching mine but almost immediately she looked at her nails. "I don't have a name" she said rubbing her hands.
"You don't have a name?" I said surprised. "I had one but I didn't want to keep it anymore so I changed it to something more...I don't know...you will think I'm crazy" she said now nervous.
"You can tell me" I said taking her hands in mine, they were ice cold. "Promise you won't tell anyone?" She said serious and shocked at the same time. "I promise" I said calm. She looked at me, her eyes glowing. She hesitated "Angel". "That's a beautiful name" I said impressed, a very unique name.
Angel stood up taking her hands and rubbed them together. "I have to go now" She said looking sideways. "you look very cold...come to my place and warm a bit" I said worried.
The weather was freezing and beggining to drop more, she could die out here. "its ok, I have...my own place" she said uncertain. "are you sure?" I wasn't convinced "I'm sure" she said reasuringly. "If you change your mind just go to that white building and ask for Ed Sheeran, 5th floor first door on the right" She nodded "Thanks" and smiled once.
Angel turned and walked on the icy sidewalk, not before taking a small glimpse of her face. She turned giving me her black shining hair, I stood there until she dissapeared through the croud. "Angel" I whispered "Thank you"
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