Lullaby
By Narkness
Preface.
Somewhere, someone was playing the piano, weaving a tale of misery that only they knew.
In that moment, my grandfather was looking at me like he knew who I was, or at least thought he did. His skin looked like paper, and he looked so frail, so weak. But, despite his lingering age, he still retained his handsome features. His withered lips curled into a crooked smile and his long, thin hand tightened around mine.
"Bella," He murmured adoringly.
But, I could see, in his eyes, reminiscent of topaz, he wasn't seeing me.