AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you sooooooo much for all the reviews they made me smile like an idiot (and it made all the people in starbucks stop and stare, but whatever). I would like to just say that I am writing for my own pleasure and I don't care if people review or not but it's nice if you do review because then I can tell if I need to get better or improvements. Enjoy the chapter !

The clock reads 2 a.m. when she wakes up, surrounded in the smell of rain, guitar wood and bitter sweet music and something so distinctively Nate. It made her feel safe and warm and at home, and that was something she hadn't felt in a long time, eight months to be exact. Snapping out of her daydream, she is able to hear the haunting sound of the piano coming from down the hall. She smiles slightly to herself, snuggling back into the sheets, she listens to the lulling sounds, he always did play so beautifully and with so much passion and emotion.

Before she knows it, she feels something wet travel down the side of her face, exhaling shakily, she can't help but think to herself how much she had missed this. The tears kept coming, leaving tell tale tracks down her face, she snuggled even deeper into the sheets. It was weird, they had both mutually agreed to end their relationship, so she couldn't understand why over the last eight months she couldn't seem to let him go. No guy ever compared to him. She turned her head to look out the floor to ceiling windows ( she must've forgotten to close the curtains), the snowstorm was still raging on, showing no sign of letting up, the night sky was clear though, so she could see the stars clearly.
It was so beautiful, so exhilarating, the twinkling stars, the white blizzard and the sound of the piano.

Not being able to take anymore, she pushes the sheets off of her, swings her legs around to the side of the bed, she stands up with a sigh, feet sinking into the thick carpet. Walking towards the door she wipes her eyes. She opens the door and walks towards the living room. Coming to a stop in front of the very spacious living room, she stands in the doorway, and watches him sitting at the piano looking as cute as ever, so focused, so engrossed in his music, it made her fall in love with him all over again and again. She sighs remembering the nights they would stay up to write songs together at that exact same piano, song-writing that eventually turned into them kissing. She sighs shakily takes a deep breath and walks into the living room.

So what did y'all think ? Good/ Bad should I keep going ? Or should I discontinue ?

and let me know if it needs improvements.

Thanks ;)