Haunting strains of Nocturne in E Minor mingle seamlessly with the drumming of rain on the window. Slender fingers glide over lacquered keys, caressing jet and ivory note. Emotions flow out with the chords, an almost tangible mist of sorrow and regret. Fingers falter as saline droplets strike the piano. Shoulders shake, and breaths become ragged and painful. Fists clench and discordance emerges into the room. A sob.
Hayato slides the cover down over the keys and becomes simply Gokudera once more, withdrawn and unshaken. This piano, which once provided solace and relief, just drowns him in the memories that he tries to forget. A glass of wine, as red as the blood that stains his hand, sits on the unopened cover of the piano.
This piano, this rain, now only reminded him of what he had lost, and how he had failed. The tenth was dead, shot down by the Millifiore's goons. He had failed the tenth, had let him, who he had sworn to protect die. The tenth had been struck down before his time, in the midst of the symphony of his life. A beautiful masterpiece that would never see its final movements.
And if only that were the only loss that he would remember in this room. Like the return after a coda, another of his famiglia died. This rain would constantly remind him of Takeshi, the friend, and lover he lost to the cruel fates. It was Takeshi who had returned his vigor following the tenth's death, and Takeshi who had given him a reason to live.
Gokudera stared out the window, through the evening rain, and let the tears roll down his face. The sheet music of his life was written in adagio, the solemn song playing out where his fingers couldn't change the notes and chords.
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-------Author's Note-------
This is a part of my challenge to myself. I took three tables of words, and randomly chose three words, one from each table for my prompts. I'm trying to improve my writing skills through short excercises. If you want to help me, give me three numbers between one and ninety-five and a fandom/character/pairing and I'll try to write it.
The prompts for this story were goodbye, wine, and repeat.
Thanks for reading and please review.
