My head jerked up, I could hear the muffled sound of the music playing, the sound of his footsteps returning. My eyebrows pulled together when I heart the sound of his heart beating and then his voice.
My mind worked over what he could have forgotten. Only the guitar, it was the only thing he had arrived with. And he wasn’t going to take that back with him. I wasn’t going to let him make that mistake.
Slowly I pushed off the door, my brow still worried as I opened -