I'm building their relationship out of a series of solos. If you follow me, you'll catch on. If not, you've got a sweet little drabble that doesn't make much sense but speaks of its own accord anyway.
Enjoy this.
She watched him play, his fingers moving gracefully over the keys. His brow creased in a line of concentration. The sweet, delicate sound seemed to engulf him. Surround him. She was no longer next to him, in his mind. She wanted to be a part of them, she ached for him to remember her, know she was there. Wrap her in that wonderous melody too.
As if knowing this, he voiced, "Play with me."
She looked up at him, his eyes were still connected with his fingers. "What?" She asked softly, her tone dropping an octave. "Play with me." He repeated. She shook her head, blonde curls bouncing around her face, "I don t know how."
A smile touched his lips, "Put your hands on top of mine."
She did as was asked and, like magic, she was playing with him. Her fingers gliding over the keys like his had. The music lifted her, encircled her in a blissful cocoon. She felt beautiful, really beautiful. Not by her outside corpse but her insides, her soul.