Hello peoples. This is a bad story I decided to write. It has no plot,
hence the 'bad' part in the previous sentence.
Part I
Strong fingers flexed and pressed against the keys that thumped softly against the golden copper saxophone as the soft tune wafted and echoed in the empty hall. The music paused and then a soft low note quivered on the air, wavering in silent agony before slowly dying away to nothing, leaving the hall once again in silence. The sound of a single pair of hands clapping made the player turn and bow from the waist for a long moment before straightening and letting the saxophone hang from it's strap, slowly bouncing against the hip of the musician. Soft blonde hair covered jade eyes as those torn windows to the soul slowly shuttered all the pain hidden deep inside them. The brunette had been passing and heard the soft notes and drifted in to investigate what was making the soft saddened sound.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Just thinking." The reply was soft, without malice, but a clear point to the lost aloneness that had once reigned in the room. The saxophone was righted and set back against lips and another soft tune flowed around the room. The blonde continued as if the brunette was no longer in the room. The brunette turned, knowing when he wasn't welcome and accepting that fact silently. If only he had the guts to stay, to ask what caused the pain that he had seen briefly in those beautiful jade eyes, to know the reason for his silence and his broken will. But he didn't, and later when his dorm room door opened, he feigned sleep, listening to the blonde moving around in the dark before the soft wet sound of blood made him sit up. He reached out, flicking the light on to watch blood run down Seifer's hands from his wrists.
Part I
Strong fingers flexed and pressed against the keys that thumped softly against the golden copper saxophone as the soft tune wafted and echoed in the empty hall. The music paused and then a soft low note quivered on the air, wavering in silent agony before slowly dying away to nothing, leaving the hall once again in silence. The sound of a single pair of hands clapping made the player turn and bow from the waist for a long moment before straightening and letting the saxophone hang from it's strap, slowly bouncing against the hip of the musician. Soft blonde hair covered jade eyes as those torn windows to the soul slowly shuttered all the pain hidden deep inside them. The brunette had been passing and heard the soft notes and drifted in to investigate what was making the soft saddened sound.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Just thinking." The reply was soft, without malice, but a clear point to the lost aloneness that had once reigned in the room. The saxophone was righted and set back against lips and another soft tune flowed around the room. The blonde continued as if the brunette was no longer in the room. The brunette turned, knowing when he wasn't welcome and accepting that fact silently. If only he had the guts to stay, to ask what caused the pain that he had seen briefly in those beautiful jade eyes, to know the reason for his silence and his broken will. But he didn't, and later when his dorm room door opened, he feigned sleep, listening to the blonde moving around in the dark before the soft wet sound of blood made him sit up. He reached out, flicking the light on to watch blood run down Seifer's hands from his wrists.