short stories

God's Gift of Goodbye

Without realizing it, she found herself in an abandoned church, drenched from the pouring rain. She once again slept walked to a completely random place, but her main issue was to warm herself up from the cold.

She could not tell if the water dripping from her face were her tears or was from the rain, considering how she was soaked in cold water from head to toe. She only had her thin nightgown to prevent her from freezing to death, but it did little to no help.

She could only hear the echoes of her hair dripping on the tiled floor of the church. Somehow, it didn't seem as if the church was completely abandoned. She felt a presence. A comfortable presence. But the gust of wind, which only made her condition worse, made her brush that thought aside.

She took the fabric that laid on the pedestal of the church and draped it around her shoulders. She sat in the front row seat and wondered which will die down first. The rain? Or her?

She sat in the serene silence, which oddly enough, comforted her. Her eyes began to close. She didn't fight back her drowsiness. But she was suddenly startled by a sound of a single piano key.

She stood up and her eyes desperately searched the room, looking for the source of the sound. It landed on a single piano that stood directly in front of a beautifully crafted glass pane which its colors gracefully danced on the floor before it.

The moon, by some miraculous coincidence, was illuminating right in the center of the window. As if it purposely moved there. For her.

She was never religious nor believed in such things as God, but something sparked within her. She felt welcomed. Felt hope.

That's when it happened. Beautiful melodies escaped the pipes as each key was pushed. Each key danced, which made harmonious sounds. The girl and the ghosts of the forgotten church could not help but dance across the colorful tiled floor.

She giggled as she spun, and her blonde locks glistened in the moon's presence. As the music calmed down, she sat at the edge of the piano bench, beautifully laid her hands on the keys, and played alongside with the ghost, or whoever may be playing the piano. Possibly God Himself.

The harmonious, tranquil melodies slowed to the beat of the girl's heart. Then came to a sudden stop. Her head hit the keys, and as if it was her last breath, loud notes of the piano cried and screamed from the pipes and out the church, as if grieving in sorrow. The rain drowned out the cries, killing the noise, just as it did to her.

A/N: this one was sad to write ;c