Voices

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The sound of music echoed through the glade like a gunshot

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his words

The song floated over the workers like a soft breathe, filling their ears with the strange sense. None of them knew what this was, but none of them wanted it to stop.

Killing me softly with his song,

Killing me softy

With his song

The boys looked high and low for the singer of this beautiful song. They searched the glade until the sound grew louder near the forest. By the time they reached the singer he had already finished the first song and started in another.

And your hearts against my chest

Your lips pressed in my neck

And I'm falling for your eyes

But they don't know me yet

When they finally reached the singer, they were shocked.

It was the newbie Thomas.

He was sitting in the grass, his back against the wall, a tall figure lying on his lap.  Thomas was running his fingers through the sleeping boy's hair, singing to him.

The glazers were awestruck at the scene. Apparently Thomas had heard them, because he stop singing and looked up.

Instead of being angry, the smiled, then pressed a finger against his lips. He then looked away from and starting singing again.

The glasses said nothing. They turned around and walked away.


Songs: first one: Killing me softy with his song fugees

Second: kiss me ed sheeran(did I spell that right??)








Love y'all,
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