Her eyes turned to the window, where he was smoking, his back facing her. Every time he turned his back on her, she felt sad. He seemed to read her mind, rolling on himself, supporting his weight on the frame of the window, and she shut her eyes, because of the sunlight. She loved him, that was out of question. But what kind of love could she really feel? She didn’t know. Thousands of thoughts running through her mind every second his eyes met hers, heart beating too fast for her to assimilate. Sometimes when they were together, she would stare at the ceiling, blankly, just thinking. And he seemed to understand what was happening on those times, because he would not bothered her until she came back from whatever place she was in.
A piano playing on the back of her head.
He kissed her, and she didn’t know what to do. Was she willing to take that chance, to feel his lips on hers, his finger running down her skin? Was she willing to feel again all those yesterday wounds that took so long to scar and shatter? Was she willing to feel anything at all?
She didn’t really know how bad she missed him, until he came closer. Closer and closer. Until there was no space at all between them, and you couldn’t hear anything but their breathing. And she could hear her own heartbeats, her heart pounding in her ears. But she only knew she couldn’t live without him, she would never be able to pull him away. She didn’t want him to be away; he was a part of her now, and it took her so long to realize, that she thought maybe, when she came back, he wouldn’t love her anymore.
But she was wrong. And the piano was still playing.
She thought of all the things they went through, together. All those times she was there for him, on those days when he wouldn’t talk, wouldn’t breath; she silently sat by his side until he felt like living again. All those things he put her through, were all worth it, because it could never be wrong when he was there. He was worth anything she’d get, the only strength, the only light in her life. The only one she would die for. She wasn’t going to let him go.
And the piano.
