His legs ignoring the logic, continued to hurt as he dragged them up that slope. Ah, relaxing. He forced himself to think as he walked. Just then the familiar strains of When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne began to filter in, courtesy of his earphones. He looked up again and thought he saw a star. In the midst of the never sleeping city, and the bright lights and cars, he truly believed he saw a star.
I always needed time on my own,
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry .
Oh he loved this song, his right hand automatically playing the piano keys on his thigh. His left hand thrummed too. Things were going well, slow down a little, he thought to himself.
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side
The guitar, he should learn how to play the guitar properly. One day he would. He breathed in deeply, the grass smelled good at night, just slightly damp, but not damp enough to produce the smell of soil. Yes, there definitely were stars tonight.
When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Can't you see how much I need you right now
The closest pedestrian was a good 20 metres ahead. There was no one behind him, he smiled to himself as he belted out in perfect harmony to Avril Lavigne.
When You're Gone
The lanky figure in front turned his head around.
Uh-oh.
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