I've been blind since I was young; I only saw a few things in my life before my sight was snatched away from me. My mother, my brother, my house. I've never seen my father; not in person, anyway. But, that doesn't matter. I saw enough to understand how important having sight was. How it can indicate what a person is truly feeling, or hide it away.

I can walk well on my own. After being taken around an area only once, or twice, I can mostly navigate by myself. I prefer to be more independent, so I make sure I can do basic things by myself. Eating, cleaning, washing, walking. Anything anyone else could do with ease. Of course I'm a little slower with my actions, but it's improving. Over two decades have passed since I became blind yet I'll never forget what I saw. It's all I go by now. Hearing my mother's voice, I imagine her in front of me. My brother...I imagine him too. But enough about that; this isn't about them or my blindness.

It's about the time my life lit up for the first time since I was plunged into darkness.

"We're here, miss." I opened the door and got out of the car with ease. I took a few moments to orient myself, before I took careful yet large steps forward. This was a place I had been to often, so I could walk by myself. The tune of a piano came from inside the house. The teacher must be practicing, I thought. I was here for lessons, after all. Even without my sight, I could still enjoy music. I was interested in piano once I learnt that my father used to play it. I guess it was just a way to remember him. Holding my hand out, I felt the cold metal door knob press against my palm. Moving my hand along the wall, I soon felt the bell. I pressed the button, listening to the doorbell inside. I waited. It wasn't really cold, considering it was the beginning autumn. I had a jacket on – apparently it was red like autumn leaves that fell this season – which kept me warm, so there wasn't much need for anything else. The door clicked opened in front of me.

"Ah, Hannah. Please, do come in." It was the butler. I smiled, nodding as I stepped inside. The door closed behind me as I moved further inside. It did make me a little nervous, seeing as there could be any number of changes, but I made sure to move slowly so nothing caught me too off guard. "If you wouldn't mind waiting here. The teacher will be finished shortly." I felt hands on my arms, guiding me down into a seat.

"Of course." I was curious. I never usually had to wait. But, it didn't bother me. I was used to being patient, especially when the teacher got frustrated when I couldn't remember where the keys were. That was the one thing I did find difficult; remembering the keys and where they were. It would always make me flinch, hearing the sudden crack of his stick on the top of the piano. My hands would slip, shaking slightly. He'd then regain his composure and explain to me again where I should place my hands and what the next notes were. The piano stopped, bringing me back to reality. I stood quickly, wondering if the teacher was finished now. After being guided in the right direction by the butler, I nodded thankfully and started walking. I walked down the hallway when I felt something brush past my hand. It was soft, similar to the suits my brother wore. Pausing for a moment, I could hear a small breath and the footsteps to my left. Then it was gone. Was...someone there? I had felt them, heard them.

"Hannah, hurry along." I heard the teacher's voice ahead. That person who passed by...it wasn't the teacher? Did someone else come here? It wasn't too surprising, but the teacher had never mentioned any other students. "Quickly." My body was put in motion when I heard his voice again, making my way to the familiar piano room. Sitting down on the stool, I positioned my hands over the keys. "Now, let's see how you've improved."

"That girl. Who is she?"

"She is a student like you, young master."

"A student? I didn't know there was anyone else being taught."

"Well, she has been a student longer than you, young master. It just seems your lessons have never overlapped before."

"Hm... Interesting."

"Wait. Is she...?"

"Shh. She doesn't like to be hindered by her condition, young master. She tries her best to do everything alone so that she can fit in."

"Wow... I wonder what she's like..."

It is several weeks after, when the weather began turning colder and more leaves dropped, that crunched under my shoes as I walked, when I actually met the person I had sensed before. The teacher was becoming more and more frustrated with any wrong note I made. It was a little frightening, as I had no idea what he would be doing. He muttered to himself about taking a break, and then there was silence. I was nervous, my hands hiding shyly in my lap. That's when I felt someone next to me. A melody began to play soon after I felt the presence. I was confused, simply listening for a few moments. I wondered who this person was; I didn't even know if they were male or female.

"You play well." I whispered. The person stopped.

"I can help you, if you want." A man's voice replied. "I've watched you before. Let me help you." His hands took mine, placing them over the keys. "See, you just need to do this..." Before long we were playing together, his professional playing accompanying my slightly better-than-average playing. Footsteps came from outside the room, and I felt the male stand up. "I wasn't here." He whispered, before his own footsteps sounded. I couldn't keep a smile from my face, even as I heard the teacher approach.

"Were you...just playing?" He asked.

"No." It was the truth. I wasn't playing. He was.

"...Well, I thought I heard something. I need to attend to some things, so...carry on." The teacher replied before his footsteps sounded out of the room. The presence was beside me again, so I knew the male was back. I heard him groan; not loudly, just one of discomfort.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, unable to tell anything. It's times like this that I cursed at myself for becoming like this. Maybe if I could see I would be able to tell.

"No, it's nothing." He replied quickly, his voice overlapping with some rattling. "Say 'ah'." I opened my mouth slightly, and I felt a sweet being put in there with the faintest of touches on my upper lip. I knew they were kept near the piano; I had tried, and failed, to get one myself repeatedly which ended up with them on the floor and me trying to find them. I chewed gently, smiling. It tasted like strawberry – my favourite. I didn't even know his name yet I felt like I was falling in love with him.

"Come on, quickly!" Lewis called out from in front of me. After being with him several more times, I had learnt his name and we had become close. I held on to the outer wall and a post to my right. He had taken me outside so fast I didn't know where I was. I don't think I've ever been to this area anyway; why would I need to go outside when I was learning piano? My steps were slow, even if he told me to hurry. A hand took mine, pulling me forward. Enough to get me moving but not enough to make me fall. We ran for a while before he sat me down on a bench. He sat next to me, his hands holding my own. "So, how do you feel?" He asked. My heart was pounding in my chest at both the feeling of being with him and the feeling of running away with him. I just loved being with him.

"I-I...exhilarating. Usually...I can't do things like...run away." My voice was shaking, but it was only because I was excited. "Where are we?" I asked. Lewis chuckled, keeping hold of my hands. It was a certain way I knew he was still there.

"In the garden. You see, out the back of the house is a huge garden. We're actually on a bench near the house, but the garden is in front of us." He explained. "It's more like a field, really. Trees line the boundaries. I think there's also a lake – well, a large pond is more likely." He laughed, and I did too. Even without seeing...I could see it. It only took Lewis one time of being with me to realise that he would have to describe everything, yet he never objected or seemed frustrated about it.

"Lewis..." I began quietly. "Can I...feel your face?" I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously. "I-It might sound odd, but...I want to know what you look like. W-Well, not l-look but..." I felt a finger on my lips.

"Of course. I understand." Lewis replied calmly. He took my hands and moved them onto his face. He let them go from there, allowing me to explore myself. His skin was soft and smooth. It was a little stubbly around his chin – obviously he had let it grow – but I didn't mind. I practically mapped his face with my hands: chin, lips, nose, cheeks, eyes, eyebrows, forehead, ears. I could feel strands of hair tickling my fingers, following them back to the source to feel more. It was fluffy, like how people describe clouds.

"What colour is your hair? What colour are your eyes?" That was what I couldn't know. I didn't know whether Lewis had black hair or blonde. Blue eyes or green. Maybe his hair was dyed some unique colour like red, while his eyes were a mysterious purple. That seemed less likely, but how could I ever be sure?

"I have black coloured hair, like a raven. Have you seen a raven?" He asked. Little questions like these would make me feel odd and uncomfortable, if they were from anyone else. But from Lewis, I didn't mind.

"Yes. I remember seeing one before." I nodded, hands pausing their roaming, resting on his cheeks. I hesitated a little before I spoke again. "It's...a little fuzzy. But I remember." Lewis took my hands again in his, before taking my left hand and placing it on his chest.

"Can you feel it?" He whispered. I didn't know why he was speaking quietly, but I just nodded. His heart was beating in his chest. I could feel it. "It's beating for you." I couldn't help but smile. They were such simple words but they made my heart flutter.

"Really?"

"Of course Hannah-" He replied, before he groaned under his breath. He tried to hide it from me, but I could still hear it. The bottle rattled – I still didn't know what it was – while my hand was kept over his heart. I could hear other voices. It sounded like the security. Lewis' body was ripped away from my hand, leaving me alone. He was shouting, struggling against something. What was happening? Underneath everything I heard a gently clink of the bottle against the ground. I slowly knelt down, my hands patting around for the bottle. The shouting became quieter – it was moving away from me.

"Lewis?" I called hesitantly, letting my hands move around the gravelly floor to find the bottle. There was no response. They had taken him, whoever they were. My fingers latched around the round cylinder the moment they found it, finding the lid nearby. I screwed the lid on tight, clenching the bottle in my hands. "Where have you gone, Lewis?"

Weeks passed and I hadn't found out about what happened to Lewis. I haven't heard him when I come to my lessons. I was just anxiously waiting, keeping the bottle firmly in my hands. Before my lessons started, and sometimes even after they had finished, I would stay at the house. I had found various places to sit in one room – not the practice room, but one close by so I could hear the piano if it was played. It was even harder because I was blind. I had no indication when he was there, or even if he was there. I could hear footsteps, but were they his? Or were they the butler's, or the teacher's?

Suddenly I could hear a melody. Music from the piano. I know this piece. It's the one he has played before. He had told me what the song had meant: it was a cadenza, used to give a message to someone. His one meant—

A discord of notes all played at once. They echoed for a while before they stopped. A tear trickled down my cheek. I lowered myself onto the sofa, the strength disappearing from my body. Cold tears splashed onto my hands, with the bottle still in them. All thoughts vanished from my mind, replaced with the message he had wanted to tell me.

I love you.

A/N: This story is actually based off of a MV called 'Gone' by Jin. So yeah xD Anyways feel free to suggest pairings. I'm working through the requests currently (slowly) so I'll eventually get through them.