His calloused fingers playing over each key, hitting every note perfectly; the tender echoes bouncing through the halls into every room, every night it seemed he'd play until his fingers bleed. His soft black hair swaying to the music he had written. All I could do was watch in amazement from the doorway, smiling to him, listening to his perfect piano play our song, every single night...
I never knew that my anger could blind me from what I am capable of doing. I never knew I'd lose so much, but gain so much from my mistakes...If only I could reverse time.
