Love's Sorrow

by iyaaaa

She grew up around music sheets, black and white keys, stiff foot pedals, and the sound of instruments; the piano was her soul and her emotions turn into notes, but they never seem to reach the one she loves and for Watari Tsukimi, watching him fall in love with someone else was more suffocating than being unable to breathe.

The sound of lead scratching paper filled the room, small pale fingers flying over black and white keys in a hypnotizing pace. The silver moon was shining, funny, wasn't it bright out just a few minutes ago? Sweat dripped from her chin, arms shimmering in the stuff, fingers blistered but she still forced them to move despite not being able to feel them anymore.

The notes got softer, her vision blurring, until her fingers reached the limit and she couldn't move them anymore. Her green eyes stayed glued to the notes on her music sheet, her mind straining to memorize its tempo.

If I can play this piece like your mother did, the little girl thought to herself, reaching out towards the thin booklet she has been staring at for what seemed like forever. Will you play the piano?

Her brown hair had escaped its braid ages ago, and her glasses were crooked on her nose. She didn't bother picking up the picture that fluttered on the floor, one of her and a boy with dark hair and blue eyes, and instead stared at it until tears dropped on its surface. Sorrow, yearning, resonated from beats of her heart, from the repeated note that her numb finger played again and again.

Will you play the piano with me again, Arima Kousei?