I'm Holding On To Every Lyric Of Every Song

I walk out side, pulling my robe tightly around me and me.

Feeling the 6am wind blowing against my skin.

I stop at the mail box, opening it and pulling out the mail I notice a big yellow folder.

It's been a half a month and I finally get the results.

I close my eyes,feeling a shiver go up my spine.

I walk back into the house and put the folder on the table to go make breakfast, not ready to see what it says yet.

Around noon I go up to Patricks office,folder in hand.

"Patrick" I whisper. He looks up from his laptop,smiling at me before seeing the look on my face.

"What wrong" He asks concerningly.

I walk closer and plop the folder on his desk, seating myself on a chair.

"Is that-" I cut him off with a nod. "I can't open it myself,please do it" I beg.

He takes the folder, slowly opening it he pulls out the paper.

He reads it for a minute before looking up at me.

"What does it say?"