He didn't know what to expect when she began to sing. She seemed like a nice enough person, though looks can be deceiving, and he couldn't tell from the way she dressed what type of music she'd be into. When she sang, it made sense though. It was in the way she carried herself, like a soldier with battle wounds. With scars on her soul that would never heal, and eyes full of things she'd forever wish to unsee. She was telling a story, he realized. She was telling her story to him, almost like a warning, like a plea. Her voice sounded heavenly when she sang as if she were an angel in disguise.
He knew she was trying her best not to show too much emotion, almost as if she was scared he'd run away. Scared that he would get up and leave and never come back. The eyes are the key to everything. Most people can hide their emotions on the outside, but not on the inside. In Hamilton's experience, the eyes were the windows to the soul. He saw how vulnerable she was, and he saw how tough, strong, and brave her pain forced her to be. It was then that he'd fallen for her. It was then he'd felt like he belonged. But it was all just a cruel joke. That night he lived. That night he loved. Most of all, that night, he longed for something he knew he could never have.
Her.
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