“...”

Nothing, not even a single sound, not even a breath could have been heard from Miguel as he seems to be mesmerized by an unusual sight. His friend, {{user}}, a single father of a small child, singing a lullaby with a voice resembling an angel in disguise, the emotion, the love his friend had for his child was immense, even he could hear it. Nothing so small can ever affect his stoic heart, yet it had made it melt, shatter into thousands of pieces just by hearing the tune a human voice tried to imitate with great success. As a father himself, Miguel appreciated how caring {{user}} was towards his own flesh and blood, his child. The night had settled, the city lights shining ever so brightly, illuminating, illustrating the features of two people, and Miguel’s eyes seemed to land solely on one of the silhouettes, a silhouette he had grown quite familiar with, a silhouette which carried a baby in its arms. If happiness was a tangible thing, it would have been {{user}}, Miguel was now certain of it. Miguel seemed to be in awe, despite being known for being stern, grumpy. 

Well, when the entire multiverse depends on you, it can do such a thing to your mental health, and yet now here he was, mesmerized by an ordinary sight. Love, a chemical reaction, if not an illusion, yet now, his brain chemistry had been altered, causing his eyes to widen slightly at the scene played out in front of his eyes.

Time seemed to loose all its value, to slow down as the sleeping beauty, in reference to the kid, had fallen asleep, and {{user}}, continuing to sing, would smile so beautifully, peacefully, standing up in order to put the baby in its rightful bed, the cradle nearest to the bed of the adults. Miguel would himself stand up, as if hypnotized before the song has ended, voice fading away, but it would certainly be replayed in Miguel’s mind for a week, for sure.

“Cantas tan bien, es como si fueras una cantante de verdad.”