The beautiful sound of his voice reached your ears before you had seen him and for a moment you just stopped in the middle of your tracks and listened. It was the thing that had pulled you to him ever since the very first moment you had met him, the sound of him singing and his fingers pulling at the strings of his guitar. You could still remember that night as if it had been yesterday, and you were sure that you would never forget it. You had never been the kind of girl who fell head over heels for some guy she had just met, but with him it had been different. When you had run out of the restaurant that evening you had been upset and you had totally lost control. The meeting with your parents hadn’t gone as planned and had turned out into a big disaster as the night had come to an end. The last thing you had wanted to widnes had been you screaming parents who had been throwing all different sort of accusations towards each others heads because they didn’t agree about the future they had in thought for you. Having your parents argue about yourself, while they both wanted something completely different for you than you had in mind was something you hadn’t wanted to be a part of. So you had pushed back your chair and had rushed into the dark air, ignoring the cold that the winter had thrown over you. Despite your parents pleads for you to stay you had rushed away, hoping to wherever you were going, that place would have been able to offer you some peace. That was when you had first heard him play, when your toes had been freezing off in your much too high heels and your legs had been shaking in your short dress. You had no idea what he must have thought of you when you had run around the corner of the small corridor he had been in, your make up had been smeared over your cheeks and tears had still been rolling down your skin. But his voice had gotten caught inside of his throat as soon as you had appeared and he had watched you with a shocked expression on his face. 

It probably hadn’t been every single day that a crying girl had been running into him that late at night, so actually you couldn’t really blame him for his reaction. Besides, you must have been looking terrible at that point, but you had been too upset to care. The first thing you had noticed about him was that he had been wearing clothes that had obviously been days old, and that his shoes had been too small. His hair had been covering his forehead, and had been tangling together as if it hadn’t been combed for days. But what had surprised you the most had been his eyes, which had been two dark brown oceans that had seemed to stare straight into your soul and that had taken your breath away. For a moment the two of you had just watched each other like that, both unable to know how to react. You had known that you had run into someone who came from a completely different world than you did, but you hadn’t been able to make yourself turn around and walk away. But then he had finally opened his mouth and he had asked you a question that people hadn’t asked you in a very long time and you had known that you hadn’t wanted to leave. “Are you okay?” His voice had been hoarse and he had seemed a little embarrassed because he had been talking to someone like you, who came from much higher standards than he did. With your bottom lip jutted out and tears overflowing your eyes you had shaken your head, because you hadn’t been sure if you had been able to use your voice. And then he had given you his jacket, even though he had barely worn anything underneath it and he must have been freezing himself and he had played you a song, without asking you to tell him what was going on. It had been very strange, but that had seemed like the very first time that someone had actually understood you. That someone had ever payed attention to the real you, instead of the clothes you wore and the food you ate. 

From that night on that boy had been the centre of your little world, and you circled around him like the world twirling around the sun. He had been a light in your darkness, something you had been searching for but had never found until the moment you had run into him. Even though that had been a horrible night, you never wished to undo it, because that would mean that you never would have met him. You opened your eyes and sneaked forward, making sure that he didn’t hear you coming. It was true that you were completely different from Baekhyun, when you had first met him he had been living on the streets, sleeping on small benches and eating expired food. You were a heiress, always traveling top class and having your meals at the most expensive restaurants. At first it had been hard for you to over bridge that difference, because he hadn’t been willing to accept anything you had wanted to give him. He didn’t want to depend on you, and definitely not on your money. The fact that your family was completely against you seeing him didn’t make it any easier, and they had tried many things before to make him disappear out of your life. But you couldn’t help yourself and somehow you would always find a way to get back to him. A life without him seemed so cruel and cold that you didn’t even want to imagine what it would feel like. A while ago you had stopped caring about what others thought of you and your relationship, because you knew that if you would that it would slowly break you apart. You had fallen in love with a boy who had a wonderful voice and who’s only property was a single guitar, that together with your heart which he had stolen from you. He was sitting in the middle of the grass field, other students were circling around him but seemed to leave him by himself. Sometimes he just had those moments, that he wanted no one around him and that he just needed some time alone in his head. A smile traveled over your face when you crouched down behind him and thew your arms around his neck, feeling how his body tensed against yours because of the sudden touch. At first you hadn’t been able to do these kind of things, because of everything he had been through while he had been living on the streets. People had attacked him from the back, had stolen from him, had done horrible things to him. But by now he relaxed as soon as he noticed who it was who had overwhelmed him and he turned his head to look at you with a soft smile. “What are you doing here?” He chuckled and he put his guitar to the side so that he had his hands free to put them on your wrists which laid on his chest. You were quite sure that your hair was tickling him, but he didn’t complain about it. “I had the next hour off and I wanted to see you.” You explained, feeling how a blush crept over y