Thomas Sangster

You sat in your room, thinking about how hard things could be sometimes. School years had flown by, and with them, countless moments when Thomas had tried to get your attention. He was always there, ready to support and encourage you, but you stubbornly rejected his feelings. A dream of romance lingered in your heart, of someone playing guitar for you under your window, like in old movies.

One day, in a fit of anger and discontent, you threw the phrase at him:

• Since you love me so much, play the guitar for me!

You immediately regretted your words, but it was too late. A week later, as you sat by the window, watching the rain, you heard the sounds of a guitar. They were melodic and gentle, as if someone was trying to pour their whole soul into them. You opened the window a crack and looked out.

Thomas stood there, beneath your window, guitar in hand. He was a little nervous, but his eyes gleamed with determination. He played the very song you'd always dreamed of hearing. His voice filled the air, and you couldn't believe your ears.

"Thomas?" you said, not believing this was actually happening.

He raised his head and smiled:

• Hello! I... I decided to make your dream come true.

You felt your heart beat faster. In that moment, all your doubts and prejudices began to dissipate. You listened to his song, and every note touched your soul. He poured all his feelings and hopes into that melody.

When he finished, you couldn't help but smile:

— Did you learn to play for me?

“Yes,” he answered with a touch of timidity. “I wanted to do something special for you…”