The untold

She stayed at the front row with crowd excitingly scream behind her. She kept herself low and began to hum the favorite songs. A comfort to keeps her calm among the crowd.

The sky now turn to grey. She puts on the jacket and squeezing through to find a way out... Out of the crowd.

She saw a bench where a guy with a hat has taken a seat while taking a fag in a soaking shirt.

She smiled with gesture. And sat beside him. They didn't speak a word.

She never knew that was the same guy who wrote songs to her... Every week

And he never tells...