He had a secret.

A secret no one knows.

All this time I was wasting

Hoping you would come around

I've been giving out chances every time

And all you do is let me down

The slender fingers pushed the pale old keyboards, a soft melody echoing in the empty room and by each clinking of those keys he could feel his heart beat faster and faster… was it excitement he felt? No… it was the silent struggle it made before death.

His chest tightened as he quickened the pace of the song, his eyes pressed shut tightly, memories flashing before his eyes, his every word, his every expression, his smiles, his happiness, his sorrow…

Looking so innocent

I might believe you if I didn't know

Could've loved you all my life

If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

A soft growl, the final struggle his heart made before dying silently, leaving him empty and emotionless again… just like the way it was before he met him.

His hands… rolled into fists.

From the gentle push on the keys he changed… changed like everything else and smashed onto the piano, causing loud arrhythmic noises to stir up the once balanced atmosphere… or perhaps that was all an illusion as the silence before a storm arrived.

Illusions…

Yes, he could blame himself for being stupid enough to believe an illusionist; he could blame himself for trusting that two different people like them would end up happily ever after…
Such fairytales that only a child would believe in … What was he thinking?

He used to be so careful.

He used to protect himself from the risk of ever getting hurt… emotional pain was something he never once had experienced, simply because he never allowed himself to care enough…

… and now…

A bitter chuckle.

A lonely tear dripping onto the keys.

Aloof cloud…

Perhaps people like him were just meant to be alone.

And you can say that you're sorry

But I don't believe you baby

Like I did before

You're not sorry

The vivid memory he had left of him standing at the arbor, watching her walk down the aisle… An expression he had never seen before… and to think it was the same person that could cause him so much pain.

No promises… no nothing… in the end, he couldn't even keep this shallow physical bond that wasn't worth anything.

"If she is your sun… you could have at least let me be your moon… but… what use is the moon when you have the bright sun?"

He closed his eyes once again, straightening his back, his shoulders kept trembling but his fingers were surprisingly steady as he pushed the keys again.

Moonlight sonata, he used to sit right here, with his chest pressed against his back.

He used to tell him that he was beautiful when he played that piece, his fingers used to rest on top of his, he could feel his breathe against his neck.

"This is… my last gift for you, Daemon."

Je vous souhaite un avenir plein de joie et d'espoir

Je ne t'aime plus.