To anyone who reads this, I just want to say the idea of this came from a YouTube video I saw a few days back. In case your wondering what that is, I copied and pasted it right underneath here so watch and enjoy!

watch?v=tFJT-tU4Isk

From behind the curtains I watched him play. In the auditorium I watched his fingers dance across the keys of the piano, filling my ears with the most glorious sounds I had heard all day. The millions of glittering gold picture frames hanging on the wall besides him.

I was in love. In a twisted sort of way, I had been ever since I laid eyes on him. With his crazy white hair sticking up in all directions. His eyes looking at the world in an icy, cold sort of way, despite the warm blood-red color that they were. Yes, I was in love.

I wasn't supposed to be though. Maka, a friend from his childhood. I had seen the way those two smiled at each other in the hallway. The way he made her laugh even when the joke wasn't all that funny.

Maka. She wasn't a bad person. No, I just disliked her because she had the one thing I didn't. I remember middle school, when I was new, and Maka and the boy were just about the only ones friendly enough to say hi. Of course, we became friends just like that, our friendships getting stronger everyday. It wasn't until high school that things became more complicated. They started changing.

We all grew up a bit, and started going our own ways. We all stayed friends, but the older we became, the more there was to do. The more we became busy with our own lives, and started to forget about the others around us.

I never forgot about him though. I thought about that now, as I hid from him, every voice in my head telling me to say something, to do something. But I didn't, and I knew I wouldn't. I would just sit here, everyday after school, until I couldn't anymore. Until I moved on.