“Cars they sound like waves that are breakingOn some distant shoreI gazed so hard into the great aching skyIt seemed that I， I wasn’t here no moreThat my rushing blood was a riverMy eyes two starsMy blowing hair all a quiverA whispering field of grassThat murmurs as you passOh my darlin’ KathleenThat whispers out your name”

“Oops,” I whispered as I met Ryan’s worried gaze. “Sorry about that.”“Are you kidding? That was great!”“Great? I knocked out the electricity.”“But you didn’t blow up my room.”

“Name me. Gaze into my eyes, study my smile and dimples and tell me what you see. I look like an Emma. I look like an Amy. I look like a Katherine. I look like a Kathryn. I look like your best friend's sister, your sister's best friend. Introduce me. Yell for me. Let me run away and call me back. Run your fingers through my hair and whisper my name. Call me whatever you want; it's just a name, after all.”

“In my head I hear a whisper, or rather the memory of a whisper. The familiar voice is soft, and it warms me from the inside out as it murmurs a name: Charlotte.”

“If I meet you at your third floor window tonight, will you let me in?” he whispers softly against my ear, hardly a murmur.”

“You brought me here to admire the view?" I whisper. He nods, his expression serious."It's staggering, Christian. Thank you," I murmur, letting my eyes feast on it once more. He releases my hand."How would you like to look at it for the rest of your life?" he breathes.”