Secret Heart, by Feist, was my inspiration. Been listening to lots of music while writing this.
What are you so afraid of?
Three little words.
What is it that scares you so?
Being heard. By her.
By who?
By Her.
Little heart, why are you so afraid?
I might break.
What are you made of, to break so easily?
Scents, and memories, and stained glass. Silly, girly stuff.
Stop trying to act so tough; you're being stupid. You want to tell her.
I thought you were asking the questions?
Go tell her.
You tell her.
But I'm afraid.