would fall utterly in love with the faceless stranger that she did not know. Being bisexual herself she felt lucky that if she did fall in love, no matter the gender it could always work out that

rown up with no emotional support however from anyone and she now felt good having someone emotionally there for her even though they did not know each other. She had grown so fond of their moments tha

and she wanted more than anything else to meet them and at least put a face a gender and a name on them but until then all that was left was her imagination. She had imagined the person as a him and a her and somehow the idea was so pleasant for her that she lay on her bed with a smile. She lay there for a while her mind filled with all the fantasies she

ur's Can I be him started playing she closed the book and started singing as loud as she could since she was all alone in the compound. Once she finished singing the song, she felt relieved like she always did when she sang. Singing was the only way she had of coping with things. When she was anxious she sang. When she was afraid she sang. When she wa

of the music playing there was someone next door and that person had made sure to listen to her singing so that they had even known the song she was going to be singing. She felt her cheeks burning at that. She had been quite hopeful and dependent on the fact she had been alone. She was never confident in her voice even though she had been singing pract

lves making over and over again. She had imagined things would be so fun had they known each other because they could casually just sing and enjoy the company that music would offer them. Her day dreams were becoming more vivid and it caused her to laugh whenever she found herself thinking of how their fingers were caressing the black and white t

did not know why even her deeply romantic novels had never had such a effect on her yet the man's voice had almost driven her insane. She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to clear her mind but he kept speaking making it hard for her to do what she wanted. She found herself waiting for him to finish speaking so that she cou

rise. She had though he was busy doing something else and the music session was done but she was not right. The man had been busy playing her favorite music for her, playing every song that she had been humming. He was busy just making her happy something that no one had ever done for her. She felt her eyes tear up at that gesture a

ng through her emotions or even sang at all. She did not want him to be in a position where he would stop playing for her because he was disgusted. She let her emotions overpower her and she stopped singing all together because she could not hold it in. She got up from where she was and tiptoed to her small house. She set the novel back with the re

ing to her bathroom. Letting the water run she stood under it as she replayed the sound of his voice over and over in her mind. She couldn't help but let her hands roam her body she lathered up getting rather tempted to touch herself just by the mere caress of his voice to her eardrums. She did her best to get as clean as she could without

r of the estate made her feel safe. She clutched her bag close to her just in case anything happened before she started her walk around the estate. She felt quite relieved when she noticed that there was no one outside at that moment. She had no idea why she had such a phobia for meeting people but she had it and the only thing she could do was accept it. She had not go