Keegan was sitting in his leather couch chair near the window at his apartment. He stared at the piano that was in the corner, which was a chestnut brown here in the morning sunlight. It had been one night since Troian's accident, and the whole cast of Pretty Little Liars where allowed to take today off. Troian wasn't going to be able to film the show for a few days, and they had to keep her in the hospital for precautions.

Keegan wanted so bad to see Troian again, but he was also scared that it would be too odd for him to be there. But she had seemed so consent with him being there. How she had just smiled at him, and sat straight, like she was fine, but Keegan knew her better than that, and knew when she was upset.

He thought about how he had watched Troian slowly fall asleep that evening…

"I'm glad you stayed"

Her voice had sounded like silk falling from a dress, or maybe flowers dancing in a field of blossoming tulips, smooth, elegant.

Her hair fell around her shoulders, it was in a wavy and thick mess, but it was unique, and Keegan had liked her in that way; unique. She smiled gently towards him, as if at any small second, any small instant in time, would make her cry. She seemed to be holding back, or forcing herself to smile. Her lips curved slightly upwards when he smiled back, and he felt his heart skip a beat at her dazzling eyes of chocolate brown shine into his.

There she had been, sitting next to him. Keegan had been sure not to be too close to her, he knew what damage he could do if he dared to even touch her. He ignored the temptation to just hold her, this same temptation had always been with him from the day he saw her face that was pale, the two dark freckles on the right side of her face. He remembered seeing her pink lips of a flower petal, the lips not too curvy, neither too edgy, and her most beautiful face. The most stunning feeling swept through him that day, something he had never felt. It was like two magnets were flipped against each other, him being the magnet flipped the right way, trying to connect with her, and her being the magnet pushing him away.

Keegan and Troian hadn't said much, but Keegan did very much remember when Troian had yawned, her mouth making a small o and then she rested her head on his shoulder. Keegan had been shocked, and hadn't moved, he could feel her chin on his shoulder bone, but it was like her chin was carved to fit right there, right on the top of his shoulder. He felt her ease herself onto him, her arms staying curled up against the side of Keegan's body, keeping herself warm. She then snuggled up to him, and her breathing slowed over time, easing into a deep and calm sleep. Keegan after a while had wrapped his left arm around her shoulder, and he tried to think of this gesture as friendly, but he knew he had never felt that exact way about her.

If he thought real hard, he could remember exactly what she had been wearing the day he saw her as well. Her hair had been up, her dark curls falling out, no makeup. But he loved her true beauty that showed in her without makeup, and it made her that more beautiful to him. She had worn her shark-tooth necklace that hung low, a white and black tee, razor cut jeans, her black flats.

He remembered sitting at the table read, and saw her, his dark hair hanging in his eyes, making him frustrated for covering his sight from this angel in front of him. He had heard a lot of people's voices that day, from all of the cast mates. Keegan remembered hearing her laugh. Her laugh was childlike, with a certain twist to it that made her melodic voice echo in his head. The sound soothed his soul into a steady flow of a river in the spring. When she had stopped laughing, it felt like someone had turned off a TV, and the entertainment for Keegan was over. There was no second that day that he looked away from her. Even when he had to say his lines, he only glanced at the page so that when she was looking, she wouldn't find him odd. But it was so hard for him to look down; all he wanted was to meet her gaze with his own eyes.

Keegan came back to reality, something he hated realizing. He wished this fantasy of love that he and Troian had on TV could possibly be real, but he remembered it was just a show. It was all for the camera's, not for him. The thought was like a piece of sand swept up on a sea shore. It would be swept away onto the land, but then be pulled right back into the middle of the sea within seconds.

Keegan kept looking at his phone, checking the time profusely. As if the more time that passed, the more hope that he would gain that someday… maybe… he could find his way to be with her.

When he was with her, it was like… like the sun coming up in the morning. It's a new day, a new sun. There's something so beautiful about a new day, so many new great discoveries that could be found, people to meet. Troian meant that to him. She was that new bright morning that came every day to him, and filled him with that strange but calming feeling of inner peace and bright feelings. Troian, to him, was the bright new sun that rose every day, and the thing he always looked forward to.

He leaned forward, and rested his head in his hands, thinking about everything that involved Troian in it. He thought about her laugh he had first heard, the way she had teased him and became close to him when they talked later that day, how they were the best of friends…

He looked at the time on his phone. 7:34 am.

How slow time was going by. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes feeling like hours, and so on. Minin came next to Keegan's leg, and rubbed against it. The small cat purred, and looked up at him with green eyes. Keegan bent down and stroked the fur on top of the small cat's head.

"Hey Min" Keegan exclaimed, patting the cat's head, and then pulling away, with small dark hairs from the cat on his palm. Keegan wiped the fur onto his white shirt, trying to get the irritating fur off.

The black cat strutted away from him, and walked into the kitchen, purring and mewing around the corner.

Tick tock.

There Keegan waited, for the girl he never had, but always would want.