Me and Brady were laying in bed. I was laying on his chest. tears drying on my checks. I'd had a bad day at work. I work in a restaurant as a waitress and some girls were really mean to me today. I had got home and told Brady about it. He immediately started comforting me. And so we ended up here, laying in his bed, in his dark room only light in the room was the sunlight shining in the gap of his curtains.
Brady Started humming. It took me a second to figure what he was humming and then i realized he was singing Work song by Hozier it's one of mine and Brady's songs. One of the songs that reminds us of each other.
"When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her"
He sung lightly. Only loud enough for me to hear. He hummed the rest of the song. The sound of him humming put me immediately at peace and so I fell asleep. Right where I needed to be. In his arms, on his chest, in his bed.
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