You're Beautiful

The first time she heard the original line without the radio edits of James Blunt's You're Beautiful, was when she was lying on top of a dark blue comforter covering too small bed, barely big enough for one grown person let alone two. The room was small, just able to fit a dresser, a computer desk, and a closet full of woman's clothing and shoes. The furniture was arranged so that the desk and dresser could fit under the bed providing room enough to sit on the blue comforter and not hit your head on the ceiling. The dark night light was changing as the rising sun commenced the new life for the woman struggling to grasp meaning of what just happened.

"This moment reminds me of a song played over and over again on the radio," she says to the man. "You're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true...and I just don't know what to do..." she continues her thoughts out loud, "I will always be with you," not expecting him to understand or respond. Possibly her heart hoped he wasn't listening.

"You could see by my face that I was fucking high," he responded.

It was then she knew what it was. What it all meant. Why the song was replaying over in her head. The song was her reword of what had just been done. At that moment he had confessed. There was no other thought in his mind; he wanted to screw her. No one could have stopped him.

Not wanting to sound naive or broken, "Yea, that's how it is," she replied and moved away from him. All was quiet. The sun finished its course and the dark blue comforter discolored into a red blanket that she would never sleep on again.