Tip for this chapter; listen to watch by Billie eilish when Pena begins singing.
I didn't write the song, but it fit so well for this scene to use. I did alter some of the wording, because the song is about love and that's not what it's meant to represent in this story.
Pena POV
so, Ya; enjoy.
"Do you play the piano?" Kado asked me, finally dressed properly. He wore a white dress shirt with black pants, grabbing the blazer that went with it and throwing it on his desk chair.
"Never had the chance to learn." I said, sitting at the bench of his piano because it looked like the only seat that wasn't covered in something.
"But I can read music," I said, partly lying.
"Well that's one useful skill," he answered, fully condescending.
Sitting beside me on the bench, he began rolling up his sleeves, motioning for me to do the same.
"Oh are we actually doing this?" I asked, surprised that for once the paperwork had taken a standstill in his life.
"You might have noticed I'm not the most sensitive when it comes to others." That was the understatement of the year.
"But i'm human. Sometimes I can't handle things." Rule number 4, I reminded him in my head.
"The piano it just- it helps me cope." He said, his fingers pressing down a certain way to make the piano sing.
"My mom taught me." He said, playing another chord.
"I always told her I wanted to play for myself, not for others," another chord sang, this one lighter, a more joyful side of the instrument revealed.
"One night when my father caught me playing in one of his priceless, collectible cars he yelled at me so loud I barricaded myself in my room." Another press of his fingers and his other hand joined in.
"When mother finally convinced me to come out of hiding, she told me that my father was wrong to yell at a boy for his curiosity." Soon a certain melody began to take shape as his fingers danced on the keyboard.
"She took me to the common room and played me a song to calm my shaking." I'd noticed his anxiety resurface whenever he lost control of himself, but when his hands were on the keys, his face was still, at peace even.
"The next year, my father told me I was going to be king, that I needed to begin taking responsibility, that I was going to be as great as he was. That night I prepared a speech to give to the entire castle." He told me the story absentmindedly, forgetting I was listening I think.
"He tore it in half and told me to go up there and say something better." The song moved slowly, but the slight shift in the tone conveyed the anger and frustration a little boy would've felt.
"I was biting my lip and my tongue so hard I drew blood. My hands shook violently. I just convinced myself I wasn't meant to be what he wanted me to be. I couldn't even get up on the stage." He laughed, looking over at me. Just by the way he immidietaly looked away I could tell he hated the pity in my eyes.
But it wasn't pity really. It was more of an understanding of how he felt.
"My mother went up there for me and the whole kingdom loved her for it." He sighed.
"As did I." The little melody ended with three deep chord, an ending unlatching with his voice.
"Is that was watch is about?" I asked, crossing a line.
He furrowed his brows at me.
"The song you wrote." I reminded.
"It's about your anxiety. Your father." I said. He swallowed something, perhaps fear.
"It's not finished." He muttered, refusing to answer my question.
"I don't care. It's beautiful." I said, touching the place where his sleeve met his arm. He looked down at my hand as if it didn't belong there.
"You have no idea how much I wish I could right something like that." He shook his head again, a defense I had not yet broken down.
"Why don't you play it?" My hand remained as I refused to let the question go unanswered.
"It wouldn't make much an impact without the words."
"Then sing it"
"I don't sing."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't. That's not me. I'm not good with words."
"Bullshit. I've seen what you do with your books. You correct the morality of an authors statement. You add something that would make the passage infinitely better just with your words." Flexing his jaw, he laid his hands down in his lap and rubbed the back of his neck to grab at his hair.
"You really gotta stop looking through my stuff." He said.
"No Kade." I caught his attempt to dodge me.
"You're not getting off that easy."
"I don't sing Pena." He said, much more seriously this time.
"My mother was always the one who sang." It was hard to argue with that. If I pushed any harder the memory of his mom would be tarnished by my selfishness. So instead, I stood, circling the piano as I watched the art of the instrument unfold. At least that way he didn't feel confined by me.
"How did you learn to read music?" He asked.
"I used to sing when we were underground during the attacks," I said, not realizing it was out loud. I'd never told anyone that; only my father and brother knew that.
"You sang for people in their most desperate moments," he said, as if it was something I should be proud of. I answered with a half broken smile, one of memories I wished to not remember.
"Sing for me," he said, the command gentle and soft spoken.
I shook my head.
"I never said I sang well."
"I honestly doubt that you don't."
"I wouldn't know what to sing."
"Anything. I'll pick it up." He said, his hands on the keys again.
An idea came to me then. I raised my hand up and ran back to his desk, looking to the right where I'd found the music sheets.
"What are you doing?" He asked, leaning over to get a look at me.
"Just a second." I said, going through the pieces as quickly as I could, his handwriting easier to distinguish when i was really trying.
"Pena." He said warningly.
"What is that?" If only he knew I was trying to help him, that this would help both of us.
"Just go with me on this." I said, organizing the pieces of paper so that I could read them the right way.
"Ok are you ready?" I asked, waiting for him to give me some sort of sign he would actually do this with me.
"Fine."
"Ok." I said, smiling much wider than i should've.
"Don't look at me ok?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little self conscious.
"Are you serious?"
"Kado please!" I asked, slamming the papers against my leg.
"Ok, ok." He said, raising his hands up.
"Whenever you're ready."
Taking a deep breath, I waited for the first chord on the piano. Then, it just came naturally, my voice recognizing the words like a bird to it's own song.
Lips meet teeth and tongue...
My heart skips 8 beats at once...
If I was meant to be, I would've been by now...
See what you want to see, but I can't see how...
I'll sit and watch your car burn...
With the fire that you started in me, but you never came back to put it out...
Go ahead and watch my heart burn...
with the fire that you started in me...
But I'll never let you back to put it out...
Your love feels so fake...
My demands aren't high to make...
If I could get to sleep, I would've slept by now...
Your lies will never keep, I think you need to blow em out...
I'll sit and watch your car burn...
With the fire that you started in me..
But you never came back to put it out...
Go ahead and watch my heart burn...
With the fire that you started in me, but I'll never let you back to put it out...
I'll sit and watch your car burn...
Oooooh...
Let you burn, let you burn...
Never gonna burn me again...
His hands were fire, playing the keys like they were his soulmates, the music flowing out of him like he was born for it. Such a passion arose from his eyes, the way the melody and rhythm became part of his movements sending a whisper in my bones. As I sang his words, everything else around us went away. It was just his music, his warm eyes, his emotions that he could never show anyone. It was just our letting go of egos and barriers.
It was bare, truly his own.
His Adam's apple shifted as he swallowed, looking up at me with such peace.
"Rule number seven." He whispered.
"Never undermine your voice again." He stood, closing the piano's key's and unrolling his sleeves. He fixed on me, his hand closing over mine as he said, barely audible, "Only the few good men of this world are worthy of that voice."
Kado PVO
Her voice.
That voice.
A marriage of breathtaking dreamy, elongated vocals and her bevy of repressed emotions.
She reflected me in herself, in the way the lyrics pooled out of her and danced with the melodies of the piano. There was a slight clever blend of emotion and maturity, her echoes older than herself. I found myself lost in the way her voice washed over me in its most pure — an inescapable connection to her that I wouldn't forget.
The rest of the week, it's all I could think about, that slow, contemplative, yet never dull fashion in which she sang.
Though I'd never admitted to anyone, writing those songs just helped me forget the fact that I was drowning.
Drowning from a father whom i loved, but could never admire, a wave of loneliness as I thought of my mother, and the fucking war.
"Kado, you ok?" Kent asked, reading a book too heavy for his thin shoulders in the chair beside me.
"Yeah. Actually I am." He nodded, a silent agreement between us.
Kent and I were never really close when we were young. We both mostly kept to ourselves, but not in the way you might think. Kent and I were old friends. We could sit beside one another for hours without speaking a word, just happy for the company.
"What are you reading?" I asked, staring at the fireplace.
"A history of the world." He answered, flipping on the pages and adjusting his glasses.
"Needed a break from it all," He added.
I hear you brother.
"How many dates have you been on since the selection started," I asked, wondering how long it'd been. I couldn't remember. All i remembered was that it'd been five days since I'd talked to Pena.
"9 I think," he said.
"It's hard to keep track at this point." He was uncharacteristically somber. Yes he was quiet like the rest of the family (excluding Kine of course), but never this depressing. Witty as he was however, sometimes he let his guard down, didn't just rely on his intelligence. Sometimes he was real with me.
"Do you like any of em? You know for real?" I asked, worried about him.
"I think at the beginning I expected something different you know?" he said, closing his book lightly and placing it on his lap.
"I thought I'd meet a girl and immediately know if I loved her." He sounded like Harry.
"That's not how love works Kent." I said as if I knew.
"Yeah?" He mumbled, tilting his head to look at me in the glow of the fire.
"How does it work exactly?" He asked, removing his glasses and throwing them over the arm of his chair.
I grabbed at the hair at my nape, such a bad habit i was starting to pull out my own hair.
"I couldn't tell you Kent. I just know that you'll find it." He shrugged, skeptical.
"No I mean it." I fought.
"If anyone deserves it its you." He shook his head at his head at me. I knew he appreciated how much I was trying.
"No Kado you don't get it. You kept telling us at the start of all this that you're not cut out for the selection. Well what if I'm not?" He raised his voice, his usually controlled self beginning to emotionalize.
"I've been trying to talk all these women and they either are so transparently motivated for things other than my affection or simply uninterested. I know you were right that night when you said that's all women do, but I was so hoping you were wrong." My poor little brother. My pessimism was starting to get the better of him.
"Kent." I said calling him back to me.
"You are the smartest person I've ever met in all my life. You're determined, you're kind, you'd make a better king than I ever will." That was a touchy subject. I knew he wanted to be king and my father wanted the same. Sometimes I wanted that too.
"There is a girl out there that will see that in you. She'll love you for all you are. I can just feel it." I said, desperately hoping he wouldn't give up as I had.
"Maybe she's not in these 35 women. But you can always tell Dad that you never found what you were looking for. You can travel, go see the world you love so much. You'll find someone ok? Maybe not now, but you will-
"Kado just stop," he begged.
"Dad is never gonna let us walk out of this without four marriages to look forward to. Don't get me wrong, I like some of them, but I can see what they want in me; and its not what I'm willing to give." He couldn't know how much I related to that; how much i wish i could tell him about myself so that'd he'd understand why I act the way I do.
"I get it," I said.
"This really is a shitshow isn't it." I grabbed the glass of vodka next to me, hoping Kent would think it was water.
"Haha, Harry and Kine are certainly enjoying themselves," he chuckled, watching me down the liquid and wince.
"Ignorance is bliss isn't it?" I agreed.
"Kine just hits on them trying to get in their pants and Harry's just well- acting like a kid." Kent informed me, surprised by our own brothers even though that's literally all they ever did.
"Has Kine slept with any of them?" I asked, surprised he could actually pull it off.
"Are you kidding? He's lucky he hasn't been neutered yet. He's even trying to play innocent like Harry to get their attention too." I couldn't help but laugh with him.
"Oh Kine. What an unwise little boy he can be sometimes." He added.
"It may be an unwise man who doesn't learn from his own mistakes, but it's an absolute idiot that doesn't learn from someone else's." Kent gave a full bellied chuckle, one I'd rarely heard from him.
"Have you ever noticed how pretentious he is too?" Kent asked.
"He'd eat a worm if I gave it a french name." I answered, Kent's face twisting up and blowing a raspberry as he laughed over himself.
I loved this; seeing him like this.
"He really is a great guy," Kent said, watching me turn the glass back and forth through my fingers on the arm of my chair.
"Well the girls agree. There's only two girls he hasn't been out with." Holy shit.
"He's been on 33 dates in two weeks!?" I asked, baffled.
"Well we've eliminated seven girls so far cause none of us were interested and we sure as hell knew you weren't; so actually probably closer to 40." goddamn Kine.
"Jesus," I whispered, trying to imagine Kine running around spitting one cheesy pick up line after another.
"Who hasn't gone out with him?" I asked.
"Well he hasn't asked Katherine cause she'd kick him in the balls." Wasn't false.
"And he hasn't asked Pena for obvious reasons,"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, rushing to defend her for some reason. She was an insufferably intolerable bitchy person, but when she let her guard down… i don't know i just liked being around her.
"Come on Kado," What was Kent implying here.
"You've basically claimed her and we all know it." What the fuck? My face showed how appalled I was at his comment.
"You've gone out on like 3 dates, 2 of which have been with her. You put your coat on her shoulders. You invited her into your room. I mean we're not even allowed in there." My forehead scrunched up.
"And the third date was so dad would get off your case about you favoring her." My date with Katherine was an act too and she called me out on it. Never had I met a woman so disinterested in me entirely. I mean at least Pena admitted to finding me attractive. Katherine literally just shot me down. I didn't know if it was out of friendship or genuine interest in another one of my brothers.
"You know it's an act right? I do it all so dad leaves me the hell alone." I tried to convince Kent, but he wasn't buying it.
"See I would believe that, but you're a terrible liar." He said, aggravating me.
"No you don't get it; we made a deal. I keep here as long as I can so she doesn't have to go back to the Barren Isles and she pretends to be in love with me in front of the cameras and dad." He rolled his eyes at me.
"Even if that were true, I'm not blind Kado. I see how you look at her."
"How do I look at her exactly?"
"Constantly, for one." He said, smirking as he was getting to me. Perhaps him and Pena were more similar than I thought.
"And like you wanna fuck her." He added, tastelessly.
"Yeah. She's hot. Sue me."
"You know you wouldn't be so defensive if I was wrong." He arched a single brow, defeating me as I couldn't argue anymore.
I shrugged back into my chair, tightening up and crossing my arms like a bratty little child.
"It's not such a bad thing Kado," he said, standing to poke the fire.
"She likes you too. Could turn into something." She did? How the hell would he know?
"How the hell would you know? All we do is get on each other's nerves."
"We've talked a few times. Everytime I go to undermine something about you she jumps to your defense." She did?
"You undermine me to women?"
"Well I gotta try something so they focus on me." I laughed, surprisingly okay with it.
"Seriously Kado," He said, moving a log into the pile.
"Don't rule her out cause you're stubborn."
"You think I'm stubborn you should spend an afternoon with her. The woman is insencent."
"Ya I bet," He said, punching my shoulder.
"Must be awful having a girl who likes you for you." He said, making me wonder if she really did. That afternoon when she sang and I played the piano, I saw her as more than a business partner. I finally connected with her in a way. And she was helping me, trying to get me to let it out so I wouldn't always be so miserable. She told me about her past and the war just to get me to work with her instead of against her. I may have hugged her out of the impulse to comfort her, but in the same time I just wanted to feel her, look into her eyes when her guard was down and she could be open with me.
"There's the National Hunger Drive Banquet this weekend," he reminded me, back in his chair staring at the flames.
"I know you're busy with war preparations and that sort of thing, but-
"I'll be there." I promised, knowing it meant a lot to him.
"Should I bring a girl?" I asked, making him smile thinking I meant Pena.
"No it's against the rules; can't bring girls to public events. Too much favoritism remember?" I nodded, remembering the list of rules father recited to us when he'd yelled at me for disobeying him.
All I could think about was Pena singing Watch as he scolded me.
That song.
I never would have imagined it sounding so good, so accurate as to how I felt.
"I'm gonna go work on my speech ok?" Kent said, standing to leave.
"Don't stay up too late little brother," I said, pushing him as he walked by me. He smiled, flicking my head.
"Yeah, yeah, get your hair cut loser. You look like you're gonna have an afro."
idontwannabeyouanymore billie Ellish (listen to it by the end :)
Kado POV
I spent the next morning wandering the halls, looking for Pena.
I needed to see her again, needed to hear that voice again.
She usually went to the track every morning, running her heart out and showing up at breakfast with that little shine of adrenaline still in her eyes.
I had no luck finding her there. The athletics department was empty other than the few guards shaping up before their shifts.
As I walked through the hall, the sun not yet completely risen, I stopped at her room.
I'd never been in there before, but it wasn't technically against the rules to be invited in. Actually it was against the rules for her not to let me in.
Before knocking on the door, I halted, questioning what it was I actually wanted to say to her. It was a good question considering I didn't know what the hell was happening to me.
"Oh my god, stop." I heard Pena's voice saying with a laugh through the door. She sounded giddy, girly. What I usually hated in women I suddenly liked hearing in her tone.
"Come onnn Pena. You gotta tell us, it's only fair," That was Fawn's voice I think; the dark, shorter one who couldn't be more than Harry's age.
"I'm telling you." She fought.
"We just hang out and talk and stuff," Were they talking about me?
"Ya," Katherine's voice came out sarcastic.
"You guys 'talk'." She laughed and just through her words I could tell she was signing quotations around the facicius wording.
"We do!" Pena argued, laughing at them.
"Have you at least kissed?" Fawn asked.
"No, he's not really interested in that kind of thing."
"Not interested my ass! Have you seen how he looks at yours? He's like an indecent tiger." Katherine was walking around the room, her voice louder and quieter as she got closer and further from the door.
Did I really make it that obvious?
Pena sighed loudly.
"Well, Kine and I have kissed. He's so dreamyyy," Fawn said, making me want to hurl my guts out.
Thinking I'd had enough, I knocked on the door, startling them all.
"Who is it?" Katherine called, as if it was her room.
"Oh no one, just an indecent tiger." I said, hoping they were all freaking out in there.
Pena opened the door, Katherine and Fawn scurrying to the corner of the room.
"Can I help you my prince?" Pena stood with one of her ankles crossed over the other, her arm up against the door's frame.
I'd never seen her bare like that before, only boy shorts and a tank top covering her. The light layer of runner's muscle on her calves and thighs outlined the mile long trek of her legs. Light pink blotches of skin exposed where she had been burned, the scars undiminishing.
"You want to go somewhere today?" I asked, trying to keep myself from sighing at the sight of her.
She smiled up at me, her face framed by the long straight locks of yellow hair.
"Where would we go?" she asked, her blushy lips curving into her little smile I hated and loved in the same time.
"Wherever you choose." I answered, hoping she'd find joy in it.
"Do I have to wear a dress?" She questioned, testing my resolve.
"Wear what you want." She wouldn't be her happy little self unless I'd said otherwise. That smile widened at my words, her legs uncrossing themselves.
Her body was such an elegant thing, subtly tempting in the way her hips glid from side to side as she walked away. Her eyes oozed defiance, but gave a sense of tenderness when she was vulnerable. Just then, they shined with a light glaze of a tired morning.
But it was how they shined a light brighter when I made her smile that got me.
Back in my room in the early afternoon, Pena and I sat quietly for what seemed like an eternity together. The rain beat down on the windows of the balcony. The once calm scenery of forestry and fields held a stormy air. Even in the mountains the rain went on.
Pena laid on the cold marble stone floor, wearing her denim shorts and tight long sleeve shirt. Simply content there against the tile, she stared up at the sky through half closed, tiresome eyelids.
Me, I sat at my desk, correcting Kent's speech for the banquet as he'd asked me to earlier.
"What about the city?" Pena's voice uttered in a sleepy tone.
"What about it?" I asked.
"We should go to the city. I've never been." Looking to her over my writing arm, I noticed how she held one of her legs crossed over the other, playing with some sort of hair elastic in her hands like a bored kitten.
"That would never work Pena. We'd get stormed by reporters and the people. Not to mention it's not safe to go without protection." The reality didn't seem to bother her too much.
"Let's not go as Pena and Kado then." She said, the fantasy of that oddly attractive.
"Let's wear disguises like spies and stuff." Her playful nature was so reserved when she was in public. It was nice to see her that way when she was only with me.
"As fun as that sounds, I don't think my dad would ever let us leave." That bottom lip pouted in defeat. Perhaps she'd only just realized I was mostly acting that morning, our little flirting sessions only for the sake of others.
"I guess you're right." she mumbled, raising herself to her feet, wearing thick cotton socks that almost made her slip. She saddened for a minute, staring out of my window with her hand up against the glass.
She reminded me a dove in a cage, those ocean eyes glassy with the need for freedom.
"I'll bring you one day ok?" I assured her.
"We'll wear baseball caps and sunglasses like your spies." I winked, inducing a little blushy smile.
"Before the selection is over?" She asked hopefully.
"Aye, before the selection is over." I nodded.
With that, she came to my desk, hovering above it, staring at the papers. They were all quite confidential items, but somehow I trusted she wouldn't let a war that'd hurt her so much into the hands of the enemy.
"Ah the selection." She repeated, lifting up a new design for a fireproof gun between her fingertips.
"What a fancy name for a distraction." She whispered, as if talking to herself.
I put down the pen and looked up at her questionably.
"Are you sure you don't write?" placing the paper down, she let her hand curve around the edge of the table, supporting her weight on her shoulder coquettishly.
"I used to write songs like you- To deal with things that I couldn't conceptualize." She pointed to her head with two fingers.
"Now I just keep them here,"
"You stopped writing them down?" I asked.
She smiled a ghostly smile, like one that hid a certain sadness.
"Fire can't burn my thoughts right?"
Her scars held her body in a light pink shade. Despite their age, prominent on her skin. It may have reminded her of pain, but it also gave her strength I think. If she could walk away from something like that, keep her sanity; then she could survive anything.
Placing Kent's speech down I stood, taking her hand in mine.
"Come on. I still have to teach you how to play Piano remember?" She let herself be taken by me to the piano's lonely bench, smiling coyly all the way there.
Before we reach it, she shivers slightly, the cool material of the keys sending a chill through her.
"You want a sweater?" I asked, releasing her hand only to watch goosebumps form on the base of her arms. She grabs her sleeves, pulling them down over the heel of her hands.
"I'm fine." She insists, blowing out an exhale in an attempt to hide her shattering teeth.
"Mhm." I hummed unconvinced.
Leaving her at the ottoman, I grabbed an unfolded grey sweatshirt I used to wear to go training.
"Here." I said, throwing it to her.
"I don't want you catching a cold and infecting the entire palace." Without a word, she brings the sweatshirt to her face, inhaling my scent as if she doesn't completely mind it. I can't help but internally smirk at the action.
"So you already know how to read music right?" I ask as she places the sweatshirt over her head, pulling it down and onto her.
"Mostly yeah." She says, fixing her ponytail.
"Okay well that's a good start."
I spent the next hour teaching her the basics of placing your hands on the keyboard, using her limited knowledge on notes and tempo to guide her through it all.
I admired her patience in it, her hands quite clumsy in a childish way. She'd hit a few flat chords and laugh at herself, fixing it on the third or fourth try.
Eventually, she began to form a few synching melodies. I even caught her trying to hum along to them once or twice, catching herself and remaining quiet.
If only she knew how much I wished she'd just let herself sing.
"I really gotta cut my hair." She said, the length of her pony tail getting caught in her hands as she tried to adjust it.
No. You don't. I thought to myself.
"You're telling me," I said, my hands in my lap as she laughed at the bright red that had outgrown me desperately.
She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand now covered in the heaviness of my sweatshirt.
"Why don't you cut it?" She asked, pulling a single lock by my ear and running it through her fingers tenderly.
I wished she'd do that more often, just to feel that affection.
"My mom used to cut my hair." I answered, watching her face turn pitiful.
"Oh." She uttered, her hand retreating into her.
"I'm sorry." she whispered, wincing as if ashamed to talk about it.
"It's fine." I reassured her.
"She just used to do it a certain way and I don't like the thought of someone I don't know doing it." I said, grabbing at those tufts of her hair at the back of my head. She noticed when I did that I think, realizing the anxious habit was, well, an anxious habit.
"I don't mean to be intrusive," She says, grabbing my hand and gently forcing it away from my hair.
"but I could do it." She let go of my hand, pulling the sleeves of grey up to her fingertips.
"You?" I questioned, pondering the idea.
"Well you know me, don't you?"
"Hm." I hum with a smile.
I'd like to think I do…
We spent the rest of the afternoon with one another in that tangle of piano and rain. I played her some joyful little melodies I remembered and hummed to myself.
When I stopped playing, she grabbed headphones from my night table and in the spirit of a cool, stormy day, she danced. She danced indie like movements, mouthing words to songs she once knew.
I liked her like that; wearing my sweatshirt that reaches down her thighs and the sleeves way past her finger tips. Her soul is relaxed, unaware of my watching eyes. She looks made for this; just a gentle thing who needs to dance her worries away.
She caught me watching her and smiled- not with smugness, no; more with comfort and confidence that I like what I see. Trying to make me laugh, she words lyrics to a rap song, moving her shoulder a certain way.
"Feeling yourself?" I asked in a laughing breath.
Spinning around on the balls of her feet, she nodded with wide, toothy smile.
Smiling at her myself, I felt the want to stand and let her take me into how she moved, to take my hands in her own. In that moment, I felt like she was mine, dancing in my clothes to my music.
When the songs finished, she threw herself on the floor again, playfully, resting her heavy lidded eyes with a sigh of contentment. She soon stood as she noticed I was still watching her, the playful little kitten still a lion.
"You're staring again Kade," She winked, coming to sit at the piano once more.
"Can you sing me something?" I asked, surprising myself at the suddenness.
"You want me to sing your song again?" She agreed, not too objecting.
"No. I want to hear something you wrote." And I really did.
"I don't have sheet music, you couldn't play it." She said, placing one of those untamed curls behind her ears shyly.
"I'll just listen." I whispered.
She nodded, reluctantly, standing up to circle the concert sized piano.
"Can I turn around?" She doesn't want to look at me, that shyness in her still alive.
"Mhm," I nodded, watching her slowly turn and begin humming to herself.
Ba, da, da, da, da, Ba da, da, da, da
The second I hear her voice, my eyes shut, put at ease by that voice.
Then she started, singing the songs in her head.
Don't… be that way…
Fall apart twice a day…
I just wish you could feel what you say…
Show, never tell, but I know you too well…
Got a mood that you wish, you could sell…
If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools filled by models…
Told a tight dress is what makes you a whore…
If I love you, was a promise…
Would you break it, if you're honest…
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before…
I don't wanna be you… anymore…
Hands getting cold, losing feelings, getting old…
Was I made from a broken home…
Hurt; I can shake, we made every mistake...
Only you know the way.. that I break..
If teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools filled by models...
Told a tight dress is what makes you, A whore…
If i love you was a promise, would you break it, if you're honest…
Tell the mirror, what you know she's heard before…
Oh, I don't wanna be you…
I don't wanna be you…
I don't wanna be you… anymore