Why Don't We Angels "Corbyn Besson"

Chapter 1

~2:30am~

Y/n Pov

I was changing the bandages in my wounds before I left for my early morning walks.

When i was done changing I put on a grey champion hoodie and black leggings with my white air forces.

I was getting ready to leave so I left through my window and when I got down I quietly left the house without my step father knowing.

After 15 minutes

I was walking around and I found this boy playing his guitar.

He played the strings of guitar so gently just like his voice. He had his eyes closed concentrated on singing his heart out.

You realized he was singing one of your favorite songs......Lucid Dreams....

You were approached him without realizing it.

When he finished singing you just stood there lost in your world knowing how can a song you love heard from a young boys voice hit you so hard.

The mysterious boy looked up meeting your brown amber eyes and you looking at his angelic blue eyes so perfect you could fall for him by the first glance. His hair blond but from the roots brown, his little freckles on his looked like they were placed gently on his face, his dark brown eye brows and lashes any girl could be jelly of... He was perfect... The boy of your dreams would look just like him...

Y/n: Umm... Y-you play really well..

??: Thanks, I could tell it has a meaning to you.

Y/n: It is my favorite song actually... So yeah I guess you could say that.

You smiled a bit

The mysterious young boy scooted to the side leaving you some space to sit down next to him he patted the spot and you sat down.

??: My name is Corbyn by the way.

He smiled and took out his hand, you shake his hand and said.

Y/n: My name is Y/n.

You both smiled at each other

Corbyn: Why are you here so early?

Y/n: I am here to forget things it is best when nobody is really around.. But I could ask the same thing why are you here?

Corbyn: I mean I came here to play some music in peace have my own free space.

Y/n: I see... Life is hard on you too?

Corbyn: A bit what about you how is it treating you?

You smiled bitterly

Y/n: Like hell everyday getting worse.

You could tell Corbyn felt bad for you.

Y/n: But anyways tell me about yourself..

You and Corbyn talked for 2 hours.

It was time for you to leave so you stood up.

Y/n: It was nice meeting you Corbyn but I have to get ready for school.