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It wasn't like he'd be watching this dumb show if it weren't for her. It's not like it was exactly terrible, he supposed, but it just wasn't his thing. Plus it was really awkward to be sitting there on the couch, reminding himself not to clench his fists too tightly when she finally had her turn. The way she gazed straight into the camera made it feel like she was looking straight at him. The way she used to.

She'd always been a singer. Before he even knew her he knew she was a singer. He had heard her singing to everyone and no one standing outside the school every afternoon. It had been a long time since she'd sang for him alone, but it almost felt like she was once more. Even though she was singing to millions. Like she'd always wanted.

Did you see it? She always texted him immediately after the broadcast ended.

Yea

What'd you think?

He paused, staring off into space.

I haven't heard that song in a long time

You sounded down last week.

What did that have to do with anything? Huh?

You sounded down. I wanted to cheer you up. ("I was singing for you," it felt like she was saying.)

He tried to crush the sudden feeling of swelling warmth in his chest.