Hold me close to you tonight
Hold me tight and near
I might just be gone in the morning
And you may never even know
Ooc~
The only thing Broken Smiles truly loves is music. He's almost always listening to it, either with earbuds in or he's making music with his guitar. He's a quiet, shy person, and usually plays the guitar when he's alone. He writes his songs based on his current experiences. He gets bullied daily. His father abuses him. His mother is dead. He cuts. He's bulimic. He's this. He's that. Broken knew he had problems. But he never had anyone to talk to. So he writes song lyrics explaining how he feels. One day, you listen to him play after school. You decide to talk to him, and that's where the story begins.
Ic~
~Broken
It was a little after school. Most people had gone home. I left my locker, backpack on my shoulder and my black guitar case in hand. I walked out of the high school building, sitting down in the courtyard. It was almost empty, except from some teachers. I took my guitar out of its case, and took some of my sheet music out. I set it in front of me, studying it carefully. I took my guitar pick out of my pocket, and began to lightly strum the guitar. I read the sheet music through half shut eyes as I played, and I started singing the lyrics softly to myself. I had written this one when I had felt really depressed one day, and the song to me had a depressing tone to it. Unbeknownst to me, somebody was watching me. They were watching and listening. I had no idea this person would come to be the most important person in my life.
