Rated T, maybe...
It was eleven years ago today, eleven years ago since Silver sat in front of a piano. He had always played with someone else close to his heart. It was with his mother, it had been so long that he had forgotten her own name. Her hair was the same as his, a flowing waterfall of crimson red. Her's was so much more longer than his and he adored it.
"Mommy?" he'd always ask,"When will my hair get pretty like yours?" She'd smile her beautiful smile, "Its already is pretty Silver. You're my perfect rose!" Then she would brush his short hair, he believed when she did this it would grow longer.
His mother was an accomplished pianist. But had long since retired from the limelight of that world to raise her only son. They would spend hours together in the drawing room, playing his mothers grand piano. Silver was a natural at playing the chords while his mother would beautifully work the scales. They created such beautiful music together. One day she taught him a song she called, Iris.
"Isn't iris the color in your eye?" He asked when she showed him the name, "Yes, I named it Iris because it would sound different depending on who heard it. Like how different people have different iris colours." The song started off slow then changed to an upbeat tone. It grew sad in some places then happy in others. Little Silver was puzzled at the changes to the song, "I don't get it, why does it sound that way mommy?" She just smiled that brilliant smile of hers and said, "Its just how I'm feeling and how you heard it. See I told you my little rose!" She gave him a kiss on the forehead, he blushed at his beautiful mother's action. "Why don't you try? I'll be listening..." Her voice grew soft as she got up and left the drawing room.
He smiled back at his mom and turned to the piano keys, his short legs couldn't reach the pedals below but he did his best to manage. His fingers flowed without him thinking, he closed his eyes and pictured a grassy field. He was running around, carefree and felt wonderful with the air flowing through his hair. He stopped for moment thinking then turned around, but his mother was not there.
It was his father standing instead. "Son..." He started, a sad look stretched across his face. Silver's little and not fully understanding mind couldn't comprehend what came next. His mother had left that same day, his father told him that she left them to go back to her music. Tears welled up in the little red heads eyes as he ran out of the drawing room and outside. He screamed for his mother but she did not reply. No longer would he see his mother's beautiful smile, or would he ever hear and play their songs together.
A/N Short chapter! But hopefully I'll muster some more inspiration for more good story! Also I play piano ^.^ and love it! Thanks for reading! I love reviews! Please follow if you really like it! Thank you again!
Knight
