AN/Disclaimer: This came to me while I was in the middle of writing my Amelie/Oliver ff.
I adore the song 'Skin' by Sixx am, and when I started listening to it I found that, in my mind, it fit well with Amelie. So this is just a small story about Amelie and her feelings.
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Rain lashed against the tall windows and the wind howled outside. But she shut herself off, like she had done so many times before.
Amelie stood staring at the piano that sat in front of one of the windows, it was truly beautiful; a pure white, its seat a plush red velvet onto of gold legs.
She seated herself down and gently rested her fingers on the ivory keys, a single tear rolling down her white cheek.
She began playing, the melody filling the room with a mournful sweetness. Then she began to sing,
"Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel an ounce of your pain
Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed
Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
Her soft voice filled the room, accompanying the piano with magnificence unrivalled by anything in existence, she closed her eyes and gave herself to the music, her fingers light on the keys,
Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not your skin
When they start to judge you
Show them your true colors
And do onto others
As you'd have done to you
Just rise above this
Kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blindness
They're the ones that stand to lose
Tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes still closed, unaware that she had a visitor. Oliver stood in front of the large oak door, his eyes on Amelie. But still she continued playing and singing, the music taking her faraway from all the hurt she was feeling,
Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you got
That you are not your skin
Well they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you've got
That you are not
That you are not your skin"
She finished the song, her voice holding the note for a few seconds after she stopped moving her fingers on the keys.
"That was beautiful, Amelie."
Oliver's voice was softer than usual, his eyes still on Amelie as she looked away from the piano, her grey eyes locking on him.
"Thank you.
She said simply, her voice soft and sad.
He walked over to her and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer, smiling slightly as she buried her face into his neck, sobbing softly. He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the white waterfall, softly pressing his lips to the top of her head. He had always loved her, but he was content to leave things as they were until she was ready to act. And he knew she would. Eventually.
Amelie looked up, resting her left hand on Oliver's cheek, her eyes meeting his as she moved forward, slipping an arm around his waist and placing the bridge of her nose against his jaw line.
"Amelie..."
"Don't. Nothing needs to be said. Just stay here with me and don't move. Please."
"I'd stay here forever if you asked."
She met his eyes again, a small smile on her lips,
"And that is why I love you."