I'm walking home, about to unlock the door with my jangling keys, when I hear footsteps.

It's a stranger, wearing a black hoodie, and he's approaching me.

He backs me into the wall, and I'm cornered.

I'm scared so much I'm literally shaking.

I do what any normal person would do and knee him where it hurts.

Yes, in.... that area.

The stalker's hood comes off as he's kneeling over in pain.

It's Keefe.

"Oooh. Sorry." I wince in sympathy.

He manages a smile, even though he's clearly in pain. "Don't mess with you. Got it,"

I laugh. "Come on. I know a place you can wither in pain peacefully," I look at the passerbys trying not to eavesdrop and stare openly.

Keefe puts the hood back on, and I lead him to my safe haven.

It's a field of wildflowers.

I end up telling Keefe everything. The car crash, the orphanage, my foster family.

He listens to my rant, nodding and laughing in the right places, but also offering me a hug and he's there to wipe my tears.

He's a great guy.

A guy that'll make a lucky girl feel special one day.

I push away that thought, only focusing on Keefe.

"Sing something," Keefe says out of the blue.

"What?" I'm not sure I heard correctly.

"Sing something. Whatever song you feel like in this moment."

"Okay." 

I take a deep breath.

"Introduced me to your family

Watched my favorite shows on your TV
Made me breakfast in the morning
When you got home from workMaking plans to travel 'round the world
Said we'd always put each other first
Old love songs we used to play to
Funny, now I hate youNow I remember when you'd call me late at night
I gave you my hours and advice just tryna fix you
And all your daddy issues
But now I don't even miss you anymoreSo I, I want all the tears back that I cried
All the hours spent giving advice
On how to write your songs
All you did was prove me wrong
When you said you loved me
Well, you must've had your fingers crossedShoulda paid attention to my friends
Telling me how bad it's gonna end
Always giving their opinions
Now I wish I would have listenedI could say I'm sorry but I'm not
You don't deserve the one thing that you lostNow I remember when you'd call me late at night
And I gave you my hours and advice just tryna fix you
And all your daddy issues
But now I don't even miss you anymoreSo I, I want all the tears back that I cried
All the hours spent giving advice
On how to write your songs
All you did was prove me wrong
When you said you loved me
Well, you must've had your fingers crossedyour fingers crossed
(Oh, oh) your fingers crossed
(Oh, oh) oh, when you said you loved me
Well, you must've had your fingers crossedSo I, I want all the tears back that I cried
All the hours spent giving advice
On how to write your songs
All you did was prove me wrong
Wish you said you loved me
When you didn't have your fingers crossed,"

Keefe is silent when I finish.

He closes his eyes. "That was beautiful."

"Like someone else I know," 

Then he kisses me.

Which song: Flowers by Lauren Spencer Smith or Arcade by Duncan Laurence and Fletcher? 

|xoxo|

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