Chapter Seventeen
~ Maka ~
He came by everyday the following week. The sound of his footsteps spawning outside the door and proceeding to grow louder the moment he stepped into the room and sat beside me.
His golden eyes wide with excitement as he longed to share the new song he had found with me. Each of his fingers trembling with every time he leaned over to place my hair behind my ears.
He smiles, "it's called The End of Me by A Day To Remember."
Each day he takes that I-pod home, fills it up with more beautiful and heart racing songs that all simply take my breath away.
The way he watches me as I hold the earphones to my ears: his eyes, that smile. It makes me feel like I've felt alive for a time longer than forever. And within that time - I was never once introduced to the existence of depression. I was never once drowned within the urge to fight against opinions - for people like him.
He sits there, by the bed that holds me hostage, and makes me feel like the most freest person in the world. His large pale hands gripping tightly at the empty coffee cup that hangs between his legs, and he stares at me as if I am - free.
In those moments, I am surrounded. But by things that make me feel completely consumed by nothing other than happiness.
The music, his voice, that bird that sings outside. Everything within these moments.
They are the reason I'm alive.