Chapter twenty-six

Writer's POV

Flashback

Beth wasn't feeling too well, inspite of the medications she had taken. With her grandma Patricia absent and was at her company. And Christian had come to visit as usual. He had placed a trash bin at her side, and stroked her back as she vomited. After that, he had heat can soup for her, and then fed her.

He had seem so concerned, and acted like her elder brother, by forcing the spoonful of soup into her mouth. He had fed her till the soup can was empty, and then wore her stockings when she had complained that she was feeling cold on her feet. He had doubled the stockings, and then covered her with the sheet covers.

That was the day Beth discovered that Christian wasn't only a good guitarist, but also a song writer and a singer.

He sat on the bed, and began playing his guitar, pausing only to write down on a sheet of paper, lyrics of songs that had popped in his head