Chapter 2
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched- they must be felt with the heart."
Helen Keller
The sound ringed through the pink hallways, like the pitter patter of rain drops. The raindrops was falling slowly towards the ground, almost taunting the dried plants. Once the single rain drop fell on the withering petal, it savored the taste and hungered for more. As it begged, the raindrops kept on falling, becoming harder and harder. The notes were sharp, like an ice storm. No sooner later, the sky thundered with a mighty roar, masking the sound of a young girl's footsteps.
The angry boom echoed to the heavens, sending a message of despair to the angels. It brought tears to her delicate face. It brought rain. The raindrops slithered down her rosy cheeks and to the white marble floor. One peculiar raindrop touched the corner of her mouth.
And, strangely, it tasted salty.
The rain became softer, and with a flawless note, the rainstorm ended, leaving behind a flood of emotions.
With such grace, she opened the heavy double doors, and peaked in. She saw a blond haired male sitting on a piano stool, admiring the grand instrument that had the bravery to show other's sorrow with a touch of an ivory key. He wore a sad expression, but still had the strength to smile.
A very sad smile.
His sadness was contagious to the others around him, and it brought another round of silent tears. She frowned through her tears, and immediately disliked the way he gazed wistfully at the piano.
"Excuse me, sir?"
A soft voice broke his train of thoughts, as he glanced surprisingly at the door. There stood a little girl, with her hands behind her back in a shy manner. She wore a sad expression on her frail face that competed against his own expression.
"Oh-uh, yes? How may I help you?" Her appearance startled him greatly. She wore a multi-layered pink petticoat, that clashed well with her white stockings, that consisted many colored dots. Her white cotton blouse was tucked under the petticoat. But what startled him the most, was the soft pink fairy wing on her back.
She smiled a sweet smile, that made his heart melt. The smile on her face resembled the face of a mother. Or more specifically, the face of his mother.
"It's not me who needs help, sir." Her velvet-like voice said. Her response surprised him. Apparently, this girl was full of surprises.
He put on his best smile, that made many women forget about their thoughts, "I don't think I follow, my dear."
She let out a small giggle, "The tips of your fingers transported your sorrow to the piano you were playing earlier. It was fairly obvious you needed help. The sounds you made were full of despair and longing, it was almost like you were drowning in your own pain. Taking me with you, as well."
He blinked a couple of times before opening his mouth to respond, but found out that his voice was not coming out of his mouth. He was indeed surprised. How can this little girl, have the words of a poet. And that's when he noticed dry tears on her rosy cheeks.
"Did I make you cry?" He asked, warily. He was never good with crying girls. But she brushed off his concern, and stared behind him, and said, "It looks like you made the angels cry." He turned around, and saw the that she was right. He had made the angels cry. And, he made her cry as well.
But, when he turned around, she was gone. The door shut gently, and her soft footsteps faded behind the double doors. He turned around once more to the windows, and saw the pitter patter of the rain drops pound against the glass.
And that's when, Tamaki swore to find his angel.