Monday
I sit in my room, alone. The only company I have here is the notes on my piano. Phil's gone away for a while. Not on holiday or anything, just away. The only conversations we really had any more were dead ended and usually shouted. He went so we could both cool down for a while. Perhaps absence makes the heart fonder but in this case I am not enjoying being alone. It's been a day. I play a piece. I miss Phil and it's obvious by the way my fingers are dancing on the off-white keys. Fluent and rhythmic, I play ballad after ballad. My heart yearns for Phil's presence and I blink rapidly to take the out-burst of emotion away. My fingers don't fail me as I continue to play this dreary song.
Tuesday
Waking up, knowing my one and only best friend won't accompany me today is horrendous. Like the old days when the only friends I had was homework. I toss and turn, I ponder and yearn. Eventually I rise, but only because my stomach made we aware of my hunger. I eat then sleep some more. I try to play Skyrim, Call of Duty, Assassins Creed, anything , but gaming isn't the same without Phil beside me. I return to my piano. I return to playing the solemn songs and the sad compositions. Tomorrow will hold a better day.
Wednesday
I wake earlier than I have in a long time. I'm bored and feel slightly lost without Phil's company. I miss him. His beautiful blue eyes would never fail to brighten up a cloudy day. I watch episodes of Buffy. Not for entertainment but for the soft nostalgia of Phil. Once again, my feet lead me to my piano. This time when my fingers hit the notes something beautiful and foreign to me plays out. A melody that rings of Phil.
Thursday
I wake later today. The sun has rose and the birds are twittering their melodic tunes. I spent half the night playing my feelings away on my piano. I wrote out the notation of the tune that my fingers played effortlessly. It came so naturally, as if it was just a course of nature. I also rang Phil. But instead of words, I used the song to express myself. I hope he understands.
Friday
Today , it's a knock on the door that wakes me from my dreams, a million miles from my bed. I answer slowly and with a dreary reluctance. My friends will try to brighten my mood but I won't be happy until Phil is by my side, in my presence, back in like a jigsaw piece. I sleep for the latter of the day. The other half is spent wondering if Phil understood my call. I miss him.
Saturday
He's here. Sitting at my piano, playing the melody for Phil, I was unaware of his whereabouts. He was in fact stood close, his proximity right beside me. Being told the piece was so powerful and so full of feeling with a kiss in between my eyes alerted me of his presence. I smiled, a grin so far stretched in fact I did look demonic but being with Phil, living with Phil, just having Phil to look at made me happier than ever before.
Sunday
Today I woke with the greatness of ease. With Phil waiting for me to rise I took one glimpse of his beautiful eyes and decided I would never be sad again, as long as I'm with him. A million meaningful kisses makes up for the time we spent apart and I know that won't happen again. I love Phil with my all my heart and a million melodies can never describe that.
Author's note; This just a little story as I am fascinated with Dan's talent on the piano. It would be one of the many ways to bring them together. Thanks to ShipAllTheShips for the inspiration:D Reviews are love:) -NeonLuna