Don't Run Away

THE NIGHTINGALE

CHRIS'S WHITE P.O.V****:

I saw her, a beautiful woman, holding a guitar around her arms, playing it while she was singing a beautiful song.

New Year, came and go in a blink of an eye and I was there sitting all alone in the bar, drowning myself in alcohol, frustrated and tired.

The project which I had worked so hard for, because of the project I was not able to celebrate my, New Year, with my family or go with them to New York, to my granny's .

Even after I sacrificed my holidays, my nights, I didn't get the contract.

My twin younger brother, Leo White, won the contract with one of the largest company and I couldn't do anything about it but stand there like a fool and be happy for him.

We were so close when we were kids but as we got older, things started changing slowly and I didn‘t even realize how and when did my younger brother became my rival.

We are twins but not identical, although we are not an identical twins, most people often mistake me for him. We both have ginger red color hair like my father's and a dark blue pair of eyes similar to my mother's.

Leo, decided to change his hair color to brown to stop people from confusing between us.

We always liked or wanted the same thing since we were toddlers.

We got older and we both wanted to inherit our family business so we were forced to become competitors.

It was fun to like or want the same thing as brothers, we could share or laugh or bragged about it to our friends to show off the deep connection we had as a twin but as we got older it became more and more difficult.

The contract was so important to me as it was the first task given to us by our parents and I lost it for the very first time.. And as a very competitive person, it was a very big hit for me..

I was ashamed of myself when I thought about what was I gonna tell my parents.

Frustrated, I got into the nearest bar I could find. I sat there while holding a glass of, whiskey on the rocks. Trying to forget about the situation for a while.

"All my damn fucking hard work had gone down the drain." I mumbled brokenly gulping down the glass of whiskey in one shot.

Suddenly, a beautiful and melodious voice pulled me out from my self pity thoughts.

I don't mean to exaggerate but it was the most beautiful sound for me, it was like a medicine and a comfort, it gave me the exact feeling I was seeking for.

I have never heard a nightingale singing but from the way the poets describes, that was a nightingale singing for me.

I felt like the heavy burden which I had been carrying for the whole day had been lifted off of me. It felt like I had a pair of wings and was flying high up in the sky, in peace.

At that moment I felt really really happy and its been a very long time I felt that happy.

So, I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and decided to follow the sound voice, I was deeply mesmerised. I was curious to know the owner of that beautiful voice.

I took one step then another, walking towards her slowly while her voice totally hypnotized me and before I knew it, I was already standing there right in front of her.

As I looked up at the stage, all I could do was stared at the beautiful woman with my mouth wide open.

"She is so beautiful." I said to myself.

She was very beautiful but I felt deep pain in her voice, she was looking down her guitar, playing it, changing one key to another followed by a beautiful rhythm.

And every key matches her tune and it was beautiful to watch her move her gorgeous long fingers around the guitar and singing her heart out.

But at the mean time, it felt like she was crying for help in pain, heart broken, and I really wished to be the one to comfort her even if I may not know the reason why or even if I had no idea about who she was.

I just wanted to be there for her and the feeling which I was feeling right at that moment was amazingly strange, It was bizarre.

My heart was beating fiercely like I just ran a marathon. I was out of breath like the oxygen had ran out of me but I didn't mind I just wanted to watch her over and over again.