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It was a rainy afternoon and small droplets of water oozed down Lucy's apartment windows in fast rivulets. Lucy sat on her small piano bench, knees tucked under her chin, eyes on the dusty keys. She hadn't touched a piano in nearly a year yet when she moved in she felt it necessary to go out and buy one; it just didn't feel like home without one. She remembered playing piano for her mother when she was young, small stubby fingers struggling to reach all the keys. Melodies and symphonies long forgotten danced in her mind, fingers aching to play the wondrous notes. Uncurling Lucy extracted her hands from her heavy sleeves, fingers resting on the chilled ivory. Closing her eyes she imagined songs and tunes and soon her fingers bent to her minds will. Head bowed and eyes closed her fingers raced over the keys, beautiful sorrowful notes resonating around the room. Entrapped in the music all Lucy could do was play, head bobbing to the drop and rise of every bittersweet note. Tears streamed down her face but Lucy scarcely noticed them. Pale fingers stroked the keys and made rise to a ballad of heart wrenching emotion and loss. Fingers slowing, her key strikes more defiant and purposeful Lucy opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. Tears pooled in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered and she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her piano playing wasn't the same since her mother died, songs that used to bounce and twirl now crushed and ached. Lucy rubbed her eyes with her sweater sleeves, drenching them. Sniffling loudly Lucy pulled away from the piano, eyes instantly catching the lone figure that stood in her doorway.
Tall and still he stood there in shocked submission, jaw slacked and eyes wide. Lucy felt her face grow warm in shame and she turned her head away quickly, refusing to meet his eye. He had heard her broken notes and had seen her tears.
Gray stood frozen in the door, hands limp at his sides. His tongue was butter and he couldn't force his limbs to move. Lucy's playing made him feel weak in the knees, feelings long forgotten bubbling to the surface. He too felt his eyes water, and he brushed away the moistness furiously.
"Lucy," he said brokenly, voice hoarse and quiet.
Lucy didn't move instead she stared at the piano, the ghost of her mothers hands skimming across the keys made her heart lurch. "It's sad right?" she muttered, eyes hazed over. "All my songs sound like that, everything I play makes you want to cry." She whispered, voice snapping and cracking in suffocated emotions.
Gray opened his mouth to speak, reaching out for her. He closed the gap between them, hand stretching out to brush across her cheek. Icy fingers trembled across her cheekbone, mouth dry.
"It's not sad." He breathed, fingers gently clasping her chin and forcing her eyes to meet his. "Emotion doesn't always mean sadness. Remembering pain and remembering loss are what make us stronger."
Lucy's eyes burned as Gray's beautiful, mysterious eyes wretched at her soul. "Sometimes I can't help but feel you just tell me these things to make me feel better." She said with a small smile, allowing his thumb to caress along her jawline.
Gray cracked his signature half smirk, ultramarine eyes shining. "Maybe I do, sometimes."
Laughing tiredly Lucy stood, leaning her head against Gray's strong chest, inhaling his salty clean scent. His heart raced and she could hear the powerful thuds it made against his rib cage, reminding her that he was very much alive. Tentatively she wrapped her arms around his torso, closing her eyes she exhaled, allowing herself to calm. Gray rested his chin upon her golden crown, arms binding her against him. For a long time they just stood like this, the pitter patter of rain the only sound in the room. Then slowly they drew apart, hands joining and fingers fitting into one another. Lucy smiled up at Gray and Gray smiled down at her.
"Would you like to go see something special?" Gray asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Lucy's left ear.
Lucy giggled, "like what?"
" I dunno, how about I freeze every rain drop in the sky." Gray suggested teasingly, grinning toothily.
"That sounds a bit over the top," Lucy snickered, "how about we head down to the guild for a while, I'd like to play everyone something."
Gray quirked a brow, curious. "Really? You're going to play although you just said all your music makes people sad?"
Lucy blushed, eyes flickering skeptically. "Well . . ." she trailed off, "maybe it would help me change all that. Go back to playing the piano for fun; stop hating the songs I used to love."
Gray smiled softly, leaning in and touching his forehead with hers. "Sounds good to me." He whispered, eyes silvery hurricanes.
"Let's get going then," Lucy hummed, plump lips quirking upwards.
"One final thing, before we go," Gray breathed huskily.
He expertly closed the inch wide gap between them, their lips connecting. The kiss was sweet and full of passion and hurt. Longing, soft lips parted and slid against each others magically, hands intertwined and hearts flooded inside constrained chests. Slow and painfully delicate the kiss was short and chaste and soon they drew apart, each wearing matching smiles.
"So," Gray murmured hoarsely, "to the guild or would you rather stay here for the rest of the afternoon?" Gray asked jokingly, eyes twinkling.
Lucy snorted and jabbed him in the arm, "come on before we change our minds completely; my bed is starting to tempt me!"
Chuckling deeply Gray took her hand and encased it in his own. "You're right, let's leave before your comfy mattress begins toying with both our heads."
Thanks for reading, sorry for it being short. I'm really tired.
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