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The sound of a piano playing haunts his mind, drowning him in the sweet sounds, begging him to look deeper. But he is too afraid. He doesn't want to remember, to feel, to touch. But the surface memory still is there and he sees...
A girl sits on a white bench, in a white room, in front of a white piano. Her fingers dance on the ivory keys, checkered with black, playing sweet melodies. Sunlight comes in a large window taking up most of the wall behind her, lighting up the room in a way that makes everything glow, echoing the music.
The girl is simple and plain; she wears white jeans, a white top, white boots peak from the boot cut bottom. Her hair is so pale, so blond it is practically white, pulled back from her face by a silver clasp. Flashes of silver hang from her ears as well; disks made of silver, pale gems inserted into them. Ivory skin, almost as white as the spotless keys, only broken by the red lips, sudden colour in a plain room. Cherry lips, red rose lips, begging to be kissed.
Her hazel eyes sparkle with life and joy, shining at him. The only dark thing in the room, with his dark clothes and skin. Dark skinned and dark hearted, yet she still smiles at him. Her voice lifts in song, vibrant and colourful, unlike her appearance. It fills the room, bringing colour to an otherwise plain memory. Her hands dance, and her eyes close as she sings. Calling, beckoning. Asking to be touched, to be remembered. He rests his hand on her shoulder when she finishes singing. She turns to him-eyes open once more-her fingers beginning a new dance, a new song, yet her eyes don't leave his. He could feel himself leaning closer...
His eyes snap open and he quickly stands. That girl doesn't exist, he never met her as a Somebody. Beginning to pace, thinking deeply. Yet why does she haunt him? Is it from a past deeper and farther off than the one started when he was found on a doorstep? But he doesn't want to know; he doesn't want to remember. That is from a life he once led, not his anymore. It's farther off than the last one, a dieing star. He sighed and turned back to bed, falling asleep once more...and the sound of a piano rings out, echoing in memory.
This image popped into my head when I was listening to a song. It's Nikki Flores's I Wanna Know You Like That. You know how it starts with a the sound of a piano? Well the girl popped into my mind while I was listening to it. Here's a good AMV that uses this song by-of course-MistressSherina. URL code: http// www. youtube .com /watch ? v JQM pwYkmze U& NR 1(just remove all spaces) when you read this, think of the piano melody in I Wanna Know You Like That. That's what she's playing and singing. Some thing or another, tells me she would sound like Nikki. Strange, isn't it? But somehow...right.
Disclaimer: Oops, forgot about this. -sheepish grin- I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
P.S. Can you guess who's remembering this?