A is for Apathy
Every day, he'd go to the piano. And every day, she'd listen. He didn't mind it until she started talking. Then it made him angry. But in the short preludes during which she sat silent, her presence never detered him. Neither did he enjoy it. He supposed he was rather apathetic.
On this no particular day, she'd been ranting on marriage. She'd gone on for five minutes before he finally opened his mouth.
"You know what, Lucy?" he shot angrily. "NO-ONE marries their first crush! Everyone gets over it, and then they…" He faltered when he saw Lucy staring at him strangely. "What?"
"..." She head tilted ever so slightly."I never said you were my first crush." His expression grew blank, and then he felt his cheeks tinge pink. He was embarrassed, and even a bit.. irritated? His face must have shown it, because Lucy interjected, "Are you jealous now? Hmmmmmmmn? Aren't you going to ask me who it was?" She had leaned across the piano and was now inches from his nose.
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"OW!" Lucy found herself bouncing out the door. She rubbed her bum where she'd landed on it. This was the first time he'd literally thrown her out."It couldn't have been THAT bothersome!" She turned around to rant in his direction.
Inside, Schroeder was fuming.
"Finally! Maybe now I can get some peace and quiet." He began to play. The rhythm had only just grown melodious, when even his own thoughts betrayed him. I never said you were my first crush.. His brow furrowed as his fingers pounded on. The Beethoven Sonata sounded.. angrier, somehow.
Perhaps he wasn't as apathetic as he cared to admit.