Strings to Keys
Soft and slender hands: feminine with grace. They were floating on top of the piano keys as she played the softest of songs. Dancing and twisting… Delicate and precise as the music came to life; they captured their audience with the faint strings of sound. Fingers ghosted over the black and white keys faster and faster as the chorus approached. The rhythm was becoming more and more upbeat with each passing minute. Her fingers violently approaching the last stages and then…
Silence… The music echoed around her till it faded into nothing.
Pale hands removed themselves from the sleek, smooth black piano. The woman hunched over as her hands went to her face. Pale, pink hair fell past her shoulders and curtained around the sides of her face. Her nails dug into her face as she cried. She could not play past the chorus… She could not dare to finish the song without… Without him.
Her world was gone. Her love was gone. Her piano was no longer good enough. Her love for music was slowly fading. She had given up. Her once bubbly personality was shattered. Shattered like glass.
A sharp intake of breath and she had subsided. Her crying fits have slowly started to grow smaller and smaller, now she was becoming numb. A hallow shell with the same rhythm on constant repeat.
Her emotions ran cold. Oh, so very cold. She no longer cared of the outcome of her musical career; she only wants a sweet escape. She craves the feel of his red hair. The rough feel of his skin on hers; the calculating chocolate brown eyes that watched her every move… His soft kisses, his sweet lullabies he would sing to her on her worst days. She can't picture another day without him.
He had always told her she was his everlasting art.
A pale, slender finger slid a crossed the top of the piano. A soft hum could be heard from the pink-haired woman before she stood and walked to the open window. The sun was setting and the breeze felt cool against her skin.
The woman sat on the window sill as she looked at her most treasured possession: the black grand piano. She closed her eyes and breathed in.
"Wait for me…" The pink-haired woman whispered the last three words before she pushed herself backwards.
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A/N: I wanted to try a new one-shot with a piano… I've never played the piano, but piano music is so calming, sad, happy, angry and sometimes it can be all of the above. I wished I had played the piano, but I do like playing the violin, too. Maybe I'll learn to play it sometime before it's too late.
And, I'm sorry it was rather dark… I needed to test my tragedy skills. I'm not quite sure how it feels, though. It seems so cliché, so again, I'm sorry.
You'll have to tell me how you felt about it.