"This time is not permanent, it will pass soon"
I sung softly to myself, a tear slid down my cheek as the numbing words left my lips. I gripped the acoustic guitar tightly in my hands, strumming along to the lyrics. I was tired, emotionally, and the song i had written seemed to numb my feelings, for a little while at least. It remained as a reminder that this horrid life didn't have to be dragged on for much longer, soon I will be free.
As the final words rolled off my tongue, I was happy with how my private song had turned out and was ready to record it and give it to my mother, in memory of her only daughter. That was the only reason I had stuck around, for my mother. It had been just us for as long as I can remember, my father was never in the picture as my mother had fallen pregnant at such a young age and had never conceived again after me. Deep down, I knew how much this would break my mother but I was done fighting, I couldn't do it anymore. That's what hurts the most, the fact that the only person that would care that I was gone was my mother, no one else loved me and I knew it.
"This time is not permanent, it will pass soon," I sung softly once again, restarting my song.
"That's pretty optimistic!" A boy yelled up to me, slightly startling me, allowing the guitar to slip out of my hands. I reached down from my seat to retrieve it and the guitar pic that lay next to it.
"Uh, I guess so?" I called back, still lost in my own thoughts to fully acknowledge him. I looked down to see the figure still standing there, at the bottom of my balcony. As it was about 8:30 pm and very dark I couldn't make out a face or hair colour.
"Well why don't you keep singing? You have a very beautiful voice," he called out again. Heat rushed to my cheeks at the word beautiful. I've never been complimented like that before.
"It's kind of personal, sorry," I apologised.
"That's okay, why don't you sing something else, I could sing along with you if you aren't comfortable," the mysterious boy suggested.
What harm could one song do?
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It was now 9:00 pm and we were still in the same position, jamming out to ed Sheeran songs. His surprisingly good singing voice matched mine perfectly and I couldn't help but smile at this human interaction that I had longed for, for so long.
"I should probably get going, I was only meant to be going on a quick night run. Hopefully I see you around," he called out from the bottom of my balcony as he began to walk away. I waved away pathetically, knowing I probably wouldn't see him again, hell I didn't even know what he looked like!
That night I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I bit my lip in hopes of stopping the idiotic grin that attempted to fight its way onto my lips.
What does he look like?
How old is he?
Would he even like me?
I groaned in frustration at the several unanswered questions that circled my mind as I tried to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, sleep didn't come easily but when it did, I dreamt of him, the first dream all week that hadn't spiralled into a nightmare.
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A/N
Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapters, but this is probably going to be a fairly short book. Anyways hope you enjoyed the first chapter :)
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✔️ Ephemeral || Corbyn Besson
Fanfic{completed} In which corbyn besson stumbles across a hurting girl. "We're strangers, why should I tell you anything?" "I'm no therapist but I can promise you this, I will listen and I will care, no matter what" - Warning Story contains issues such a...
