DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception, I just own the piano. Review please!
NOTE- PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS AND SUGGESTIONS FOR THE STORY!
It wasn't that Cobb enjoyed having piano lessons. He didn't. He just liked seeing Mal every week. She made him laugh, helped him when he was stuck and stayed until the end of his lesson when they would go and walk around for a while. There was no point in ignoring it, he was in love.
It wasn't until Cobb's mother got cancer, that he started missing out on the lessons. He would stay at home, looking after her. It went on for months, and eventually, he stopped going all together.
"Dominic, I wish you would play for me sometime," she would ask. He always just smiled.
"Sure, of course I will, mom."
After his mother died, he was broken. He didn't have a father as far as he was concerned, and he was all alone. The night she died, he ran from the hospital to the music acadamy. It was the only place he knew he would feel at home. It was late, and there were barely any people there. It was perfect. He needed to be comforted, not crowded.
He ran into the music room where he had his lessons and froze. Mal was there, standing by the piano, packing up her things. She looked up at him.
"Mal," he said, walking to her. He dropped his head on her shoulder and cried.
She didn't ask him what was wrong, in fact, she didn't say anything. She just held him and let him cry, and when he had finished, she lifted his face in her hands and kissed him.
Cobb didn't want to go home that night, so he stayed at the acadamy, sleeping by the piano. Mal stayed with him.
"Cobb?"
Cobb snapped his head away from the piano to look at Arthur.
"You alright?" he asked, wearing a concerned look. Cobb nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled.