Emerald Blake
Chapter 4
I came back to my room upstairs and put the letter away, not able to read and deal with anymore. My parents were the world to me. There lost was a wake up call. I stared to act less foolish about the decisions I made.
Well I still "kinda" acted like a goofball sometimes, but I needed a few laughs here and there, so I wouldn't end up crying my eyes out.
A soft knock at the door made me jump and shove the letter under my blanket.
Valentine poked his head in. "you okay?"
"Yeah. Fine. What's up?" I shoved the letter deeper under the blanket, wincing as it made a crinkling noise.
"Just checking because I care. You know me."
Yeah. I did.
To come to think of it, I knew more about him than anyone else in this house. I'm the only one that really knew his emotions.
I knew what upset him, what pleased him, and what annoyed him (Valentine's pancakes). We shared a deep connection with the fact that his parents died too at an early age. We sought each other on the same level of comfort and we connected well.
Compatible.
"Well, I'm fine, thanks. I almost forgot," getting up from the bed, I went to the bay window on the other side of the room, and retrieved my violin case covered in band stickers. "Can you give me a tune up?"
He smiled slowly at me. "Sure."
I unlatched the case and carefully took out my violin. I plucked the D string to confirm how out of tuned it sounded.
He took it and rested it in his lap, carefully turning the fine tuners. "What were you doing? Playing Mozart's Requiem over and over?"
Yes. I had a thing with the song after it was the only song I wanted to here after my parents died. "Not really. Just happens over time. Just like your cello."
He scoffed. "My cello is indestructible. We should resume our practices some time. It was good when we played. Especially when we were on the same page." he green eyes twinkled like a soft candle light compared to my luminescent ones.
"Hey look, you were the one who kept misinterpreting my cues and skipping all over the music piece. Remember Can-Can? Oh gawd! I nearly died laughing at how many times you stared at the beginning."
He burst into laughter at the memory and I joined him.
It felt good to laugh.
My door opened and Alyssa poked her in. "I heard laughter and I came to investigate." she pointed her finger at my violin in Valentine's lap. "Come down stairs and play us something. Both of you." she smiled at the memories of me and him playing in the foyer.
"Another time." I glanced at the clock that glowed 1:02 pm. "going to the gym. Need to run out my stress."
"Right. Run until you get sweaty. That's very attractive." she rolled her eyes and leaned against the doorframe.
"Some guys like sweat." Val said.
We both shot him curious glances. "You like sweat on a girl?" Alyssa asked.
He pondered this for a while. "Only when she's playing the violin."
Alyssa muttered "freak" under her breath and laughed at the forced angry expression on his face.
"Well if you two don't mind, I would like to change into my gym clothes, so shoosh!" Val, and Alyssa waved at me and walked out closing the door behind them.\
I inhaled and meditated for about five minutes. I started meditating after my parents death.
I knew it sounded strange, but, my soul felt at peace and free of any sorrow when I did it.