She makes up songs in her head. Songs she will never tell anyone about. Ever. Sometimes when she's running, following her team, she hums them to herself, as quietly as possible. She likes to hear them out loud, if only so small and quiet. She likes how calm they make her feel when her heart is racing.
Her songs have no words, only feelings, and hardly even that. Mostly they are… memories. She's not quite sure what exactly these songs mean to her, but they mean a lot. They are everything. They are her reminders. People in her mind. Her friends. Imaginary people sometimes. Or maybe, she thinks, they are real people. People she's never met and maybe they're out there waiting for her. Or maybe she's never going to meet them, maybe she was never meant to. Maybe one of them is that other being that loves her. The one she loves.
The one who gave her her secret place. Because in her secret place she can sing as loudly as she likes. Maybe the secret one wants her to sing, maybe they are always there waiting for her in her secret songs.
Sometimes she feels like she is a secret.
Ebony: Aha! I thought it was a little... coincidental.
I also am a fan of Gwen Stefani. Mostly her old stuff though.