“You have a beautiful voice.” Lucas murmured, as if not wanting to disrupt that small delightful moment, however failing.
“T-Thanks ...” Samantha mumbled, blushing all over again, only now realizing she’d gone from humming to actually singing, for how softly.
“I mean it.” He remarked with a smile, noticing her reddening cheeks. “It’s nice to listen. Please, don’t stop.”
“But I ...”
“Please. Sing for me, Samantha, will you?” He closed his eyes, head against the wall, a gentle smile on his lips, one she could hardly say no to.
Her heart was running rampant, she’d never sung for anyone, it was just a small pleasure she gave herself now and then, nothing people could be interested in, she’d never had a public, and now ... she watched that kind smile, never leaving his lips, those shut eyes, as if he’d prepared to listen, abandoning himself to the sound of her voice ... the pressure of his expectations weighed her down, but she didn’t want to disappoint him, he seemed so relaxed as he waited. Hence, taking a deep breath, she started:
There’s a song that’s inside in my soul
It’s the one that I’ve tried
To write over and over again
I’m awake in the infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours I pray
To be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope
Lucas felt the smile better tug at his lips as that soft voice filled his ears as much as his heart. She sounded like a beautifully luring siren singing her love hymn to her sailor, like an angel chanting a liberating melody. He was quite sure he’d never heard such a beautiful voice as hers, better said, technically speaking there might have been better voices, but the way hers reached out straight for his heart? None. It was like being lulled in a beautifully melancholic melody that stole him from the mortal world.
He was so hopelessly lost in that melody that he didn’t even notice when she ceased singing, better said, he did, but only because he felt thrown back into the actual dull world after being incredibly close to touching Heaven.
Samantha cleared her throat warily, afraid to ask if he’d enjoyed it. She remained there sitting, waiting for him to say anything, whether good or bad, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. She watched him coyly as he slowly opened his eyes, his lips parting to speak, but only an ecstatic breath came out, a marveled smile following. She didn’t know whether it was a good sign or not, she wasn’t used to people hearing her sing, possibly her father had heard, but he’d never uttered a word about it.
“You ... it was ... God, I don’t even know how to define it.” Lucas breathed out, words fuzzy as much as his mind and heart were. He turned to her, who lightly gulped, marveled at the sparkling light beaming in his ocean blue eyes, somewhat a sign that he was ... touched. “I said beautiful, but I didn’t know what I was talking about. Your voice is more than beautiful, Samantha. You ... damnit, I’d sit here listening to you sing all my freaking life!”
She found herself giggling at his statement, for how embarrassed, sure that he was exaggerating. He probably just wanted to be kind, but it was nice of him nevertheless. Bowing her head, she cracked a small flustered smile, her cheeks flushed, as she once more mumbled a shy “thanks ...”
“You should be a singer. Why are you stuck here and not in some huge arena enflaming people’s hearts?”
She shook her head, refusing the idea. “I’ve never wanted that.”
She shrugged. “I just ... never considered it.”
“Shyness?” He attempted.
She pressed her lips, uneasy. She’d never thought she could be a professional singer, she just liked singing to herself, she had since she was a child, what was there to wonder? She’d never had many ambitions, well, none at all, if she’d embarked in this precise work environment, it was only because it had seemed to be the most remunerative, it was a very simple matter of money, she’d never thought of a career in different terms.
Aside from money, she’d chosen that job because it gave her the chance to work solo, without needing to interact with anyone or not many people at once. Avoiding people, that had been a constant in her life. And for a good reason. Clearing her throat uneasily, nervous, Samantha took refuge back into her small cocoon, putting back up the wall she’d been inadvertently undoing brick by brick. “How long will it take before they come fetch us? It’s been hours.”
Lucas watched her changes in expressions carefully, a bit concerned. Had he touched a raw nerve? Maybe singing professionally had been a dream of hers, but she hadn’t made it? Then again, accusing of shyness a shy person wasn’t exactly delicate, was it? “I’m ... sorry if I pried. I didn’t mean to upset you, Samantha.”
“Y-You didn’t.” She inhaled deeply, deflating her shoulders as she fidgeted with her hands over her lap. “I’m just ... tired. It’s been a long day, and ... we’re still here.” She braced herself, feeling weirdly cold even in the middle of July. “We’ve been blocked in here since hours, there’s probably nobody left in the building, how will we get out?”
Perceiving her raising fear, he dared wrap an arm around her shoulders, bringing her face to his chest. “It’s alright, we’re gonna be out soon, I promise.”
“I don’t want to be stuck in this damn thing all night.” She complained, slipping out of his grip, reinserting coldness into her voice.
“You won’t. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
He frowned. “Like what?”
She slyly slid a step or two far from him, in order to set back the distance between them, both physically and emotionally. It had been a huge mistake even only to let her guard slip. “Like I’m some child to sooth. I’m perfectly okay.” She didn’t want to be so aggressive, but it was necessary for her purpose.