Chapter 6

Around the cafeteria, the song "Don't stop being crazy" sounded with its loudest chords, although it was still in a very low and attractive tone to the ears. Edward drummed with his fingertips on the side of the table, showing me his always so incredible ability to focus on more than one important thing at the same time. The music seduced him, I could notice that. Even if we were talking, he seemed to be well aware of the lyrics, and the message that the composer wanted to convey. It was even a little funny to admire; a person so sensitive that he hid in black armor.

Even listening to my words, he was still mentally occupied with the task of praising the words of the romantic song with an aggressive melody. I noticed only at that moment that Edward was very adept at the sounds of Rock and Metal, becoming almost a physical form of that genre, for his long and straight hair and dark robes. He noticed that I was looking at his hair, and he must have been a little bothered by that