Autumn
Popcorn Connoisseur
Madi had always loved classical music. It was calming for her. She remembered when she was in school how she would come home from dance class and flop on her bed before turning on her music to do homework. Most of the time she ended up dancing around her room rather than doing work. Madi's mother would always walk in and tell her she needed to focus, but they'd end up sitting on her bed and talking for hours. The thought made Madi tear up but she quickly wiped her eyes and took a steadying breath. Madi was worried for Chiba. She didn't know how serious it all was, but she knew she didn't want him to be stuck here like she was. It all confused her, really. Andy was always concerned about his own health once he saw Madi stuck in the hospital. He didn't always take the best care of himself, but he tried, even if it was only to make his sister happy.
Andy listened silently to the music, thinking of how beautiful it was. It was amazing that she had such ability, truthfully. Andy looked at Emi, wondering if she'd ever be able to leave the hospital and live a normal life. Would she start remembering things? Was there anything he could do? Sighing and running a hand through his messy hair, he suddenly stood and walked to the window, staring out. He rather enjoyed Emi's company. He thought she was pretty, too, though he was wary. He didn't want to get too close to her. She would be gone the next day, replaced by the girl he had met this morning. It saddened him to think they might never get close because of her memory problems.
Pushing the thought from his mind, he tore his eyes from the window when the music had stopped. "You have quite a talent, there. It was beautiful," he complimented, smiling brightly at Emi. Madi nodded in agreement, sitting cross-legged on her bed.
Andy listened silently to the music, thinking of how beautiful it was. It was amazing that she had such ability, truthfully. Andy looked at Emi, wondering if she'd ever be able to leave the hospital and live a normal life. Would she start remembering things? Was there anything he could do? Sighing and running a hand through his messy hair, he suddenly stood and walked to the window, staring out. He rather enjoyed Emi's company. He thought she was pretty, too, though he was wary. He didn't want to get too close to her. She would be gone the next day, replaced by the girl he had met this morning. It saddened him to think they might never get close because of her memory problems.
Pushing the thought from his mind, he tore his eyes from the window when the music had stopped. "You have quite a talent, there. It was beautiful," he complimented, smiling brightly at Emi. Madi nodded in agreement, sitting cross-legged on her bed.