A/N: I'm not sure how to explain this fic.. so if you don't quite get it, that's fine... I was somehow inspired by the newest chapter of Pandora Hearts, and just seeing Leo again... I just felt, when they first showed him again... there was something about him that was quite.. lost. ~Enjoy!
Disclamer: I don't own Pandora Hearts.
Solo.
He played.
His fingers roved and soared over the keys in a dizzying whirl of despair, the warm tone of the melody undermined with a cool detachment, as the ghostly sound reverberated about the small room, reminding him of his solitude.
Alone.
A candle flickered in the window, as the night pressed close against the glass panes, the wind rattling the shutters. Footsteps drifted down the passageway, and shadows loomed close at hand.
Darkness.
Nothing could stop him now. No soul on earth could freeze those trembling fingers in their frenzied dance across the ivory and ebony. No humane deed could pause those gentle hands in their abuse. No warm words would end that clenching fear, or wrenching sadness.
No one could stop the pain.
He would play.
He would play, and play, and play.
He would play until that sun was reborn, and rose again in the east, play until it hung high in the sky, play until it dropped and died in the west.
He would play as the world crashed about him, as the dissonance of his feelings rivaled within him.
He would play as the cold fingers of fatigue gripped him, and pulled him, play until he was fully consumed by that terrifying darkness, and grief.
He would play until all sanity disappeared.
Until he disappeared.
Disappear.
He would play even after the tears dried up, even after the sun ceased into existence.
He would play until the crimson dripped from his fingers, and his hands ached from playing.
He would play, and play, and play, even when he knew life had no meaning.
Stop.
He would play that song until the end of time, when the stars flickered into nonexistence, and only then would he stop.
Only then would he fall.
Fall.
Break
Only when he was gone.
Only when he knew that the harmony would echo throughout the dying universe that mourned for his loss….
Only then would he stop.
Remember.
Fingers, marred with calluses, marred by sweat, and tinged with blood….
Slow.
Slow.
Slow…
It couldn't end.
Coda.
A/n: Review?