Very few people had the chance to hear her play the guitar. But you did. She played for you personally, all the time. Because she truly trusted you.

You were sitting so close to each other on her bed that it seems like your knees were almost touching. Her guitar was on her lap, as she was running her long calloused fingers across those familiar strings. Her green eyes never left yours. The lighting only made her gaze more piercing. She wasn't smiling now, but her soul was. It was just the two of you and this melody. Her gentle, quiet voice now belonged only to you. It seems these rays of the sun broke through the leaves of the trees, through the window glass only to illuminate her. Ellie.