HIM

VIII ; 八

E I G H T

right now confidence flowed through her with the
early hours of her arrival.

she was an hour early and wide awake. her pure
smile held her as she scrolled through instagram.
she enjoyed the media because although
they didn't know what she looked like,
she had many people to support her and talk to.

he walked in with a trail of rain and black
shiny boots that squeaked with every step. it was
almost only ten minutes after she had arrived.

"oh hi!"
she earned a slight bow. it upset her a bit but afterall the sun was still rising from the sky as the clock in the corner struck 5:00 a.m.

she wanted to think of a conversation starter. nothing in her scrambled brain could come up with words that he might respond to.

"sorry to be a bother, but i just wanted to say i really like your choreographies. they have a sweet sophistocation in them. i don't know.. i just wish i was as talented as you." okay maybe
that one was a bit too dragged out.

"you are." his monotone voice with a pinch
of sugar spoke. her eyes got wide as the sound waves
carried to her. the sound of him was calm
and somewhat raspy for the morning's rain falling gentley but with beauty.

"you are as talented as me,

that is."

a crimson colour hovered at the surface of her cheeks as she replied with a simple thank you.

she only stayed for four hours because she
left an hour early that day too.

she stared at the face that was joined by
his messy hair that day. she didn't talk to him afterwards because her mind wouldn't stop playing the sound of his voice.

the voice of him.