Twenty Two

"I'll teach you how to play the guitar. You don't need to sing that song if you don't want to. You'll write your own songs. We'll write about out theme and sing together. That's the plan."

"I can't sing..."

"You haven't tried."

"It'd be awful."

"I'm the only one here."

I winced. "You act a lot like a man."

"Maybe I am."He winked.

*

"You're so obsessed with this..."

Andra said one morning. It's about a week since I started receiving lectures from Damien and I have learnt a lot. I sang all day, and all night. Not my fault, that was one thing I've found worth holding on to in my new life. Plus, it's Damien's personal guitar, he gave it to me and I sensed he had another. I adored it like I would adore him, I owe my life to him.

"You should be glad."

"Sincerely, I am. You seem happier nowadays. But it's taking your sleep."

"Do you sleep?"

"Of course!"She exclaimed. "I sleep for some hours after stu