As her fingers played with the strings of the guitar, her lyrics flowed like magic.
My sunshine, my heart, oh poor me
Love to me a foreign site, I sing like a dry well
I don't even care if they accept me, working through a maze
No one to count on anymore, the world's empty
Save me, whatever could, wind, water, air…
Jeff stood by her door and listened to her melodic voice. She was like a breath of fresh air; her awesome voice was a pleasure to his ears. But why, why would she hide that from him? He listened as she sang sorrowfully, was she conveying her emotions through her song? Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. Was she that hopeless under his roof? Was he imprisoning her?
He made some shuffling noise to alert her that he was on his way to her room. He felt the music die down and for some reason, he felt sad. Why was she so hellbent on hiding so much from him? But then his mind reminded him that he was also not very honest with her in fact not even close to that.
