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And when melodies are gone
In you I hear a song
I look to you...
-I Look To You, Whitney Houston
Brenda touched his face in amazement, wondering how she could ever get someone like him. He was beautiful, he was funny, he was charming. And he loved her, which was more than many others before him.
He had long been her support and her guidance, and she loved him for it. His kisses were soft, gentle, inviting. Others had been hard, rough, forceful. She felt safe with him. She hadn't with others. Others had taken advantage of her and used her as they wished, rather than on her terms. She hated being the "school slut", but it was all she could do. She was pretty, she knew that. She was despised by all the girls and wanted by all the boys. But she wanted only one boy.
Brad. Her saviour, her hero, her wonder. He'd been there when no one else had. He had caught her when she fell, caught her when her baby was born, caught her when she'd been thrown out of her house. He was a father to her child, a little girl, named Rose. He was a friend, a boyfriend, a lover to her, a lost soul, named Brenda.
She looked to him and every time, he looked back, his eyes full of love. She looked to him, and when there was nothing else left, she heard a song.