Maybe Love Does Exist

Chapter 8

" Do you need something? " i speak up.

He just stands there watching me. Im terrified. Im not sure of what he wants. Or if ill like it. Probably not.

"Hello? "

"Do you need something?" i question him again but a bit more slowly, maybe this time he'll understand and answer. Then again... no response. This damn chaffer.

"Are you ever going to speak? "

"Do you even speak? "

"Do you even know how to? " I snap.

He smirks. He's just getting on my nerves.

"Can you at least get out? " he bows down and leaves. He's messing with me. What's wrong with him? Does my aunt even know how he is? All weird and terrifying.

I get up from the bed and go quickly to the bathroom then wash my face. I go downstairs to find him. I need to ask him how I ended upstairs and why he was watching me while I was sleeping.

"Hey you! " I shout at him once I spotted him sitting down, about to play the piano. He just turned around and flashed .that viscous smile at me.

I take a deep breathe in and start to question him.

"I'm going to start easy on you. How did I end up there?"

He just pointed at himself. He probably dragged me there. I stare at him and try to figure out why.

"How did you get in the house? " He then quickly reaches for his pocket and showed me the spare keys he had of the house. My aunt probably gave him those in case of an emergency or to look out for me.

"You were watching me while I was sleeping, weren't you? Why? " He takes a minute to scan the situation, he shrugs then turns around. He piles the music paper and organizes what he is about to play. I scuff and direct myself to the little black couch that was near to the piano. I sat down and covered my face. Now he's killing me too.

He began playing. Just warm ups.
Then he got into real business. Beethoven straight through. Andante and minuetto were the ones he played. All joyful and melodically may say.

"You play really good." I say while I told my head up, he smiles and pauses for a while, he looks at me within his black shady glasses and scans me through.

"What?" I question him, he shakes his head and crack his fingers.

Is this man ever going to talk.

He starts with a c major and works his way up. I close my eyes and relax myself. I know this song is going to be a good one.

He starts playing soft notes, all simple but coordinated. I breathe in.

It's familiar.

*flashback*

"C'mon play the song for me" I tease him.

"It's not ready" he argued.

"At least one piece of it" he shook his head about 10 times already but I really wanted to hear the song. I wined and whimpered but he wouldn't bothered. Don't worry he's only playing around.

"I can't believe it's not ready, you've been working on it for a long time now" I grab his left shoulder and shaking it while I argue back.

"It'll sound perfect even though you mess up."

He shakes his head once again.

"I'm not ready."

I shrug and chase him around the house until we got tired and sat down in his mother'a favorite couch, following that we played around with each other's hair. Him twisting mine, and I gently brushing through his.

He would whisper sweet stuff like plans about growing old together and having a family. I know it was dumb, we are only in high school but I loved it. I loved him.

"What would I do without you? " I ask him. Our eyes connected, he held my hands which made me feel safe, just as always.

He knew everything I was going through.
He knew everything about me.

"Don't think about that. I'll always be with you. " he answers and presses his lips in my forehead, leaving a small peck. I smile widely. I would believe everything he'd say. Every lie converted into a truth within my head. His voice was deep but gentle. It wouldn't scare anyone even if he tried to. It would keep them by his side, like if he was something special.

He was the one.

I'm guessing I'm losing myself.

I never thought wrong of him. I never thought he would cheat on me or even hurt me. Everyone knew, not me of course. Like always.

"So are you going to play the song for me? "

"Ugh fine. But it's not finished."

We head our way to the piano, I sit down with him and he starts. I stayed silent, eyes closed, trying to feel the music, it really is something.

"It's beautiful" I say admiring the notes he played.

"It's for you"

"What?!"

"I made this for you, it's yours."

He stops then brushes his fingers through my cheeks and looks upon my eyes, both connected as one he says the most valuable words ever. I love you.

"Liam.." I whisper.

*end of flashback*

The guy stopped playing. A tear was let out. A heart was once again, broken.

He looked at me and I looked at him.

"Take those glasses off" I demanded.

He stood up and walked to the door, he was about to leave.

"Take those fucking glasses off now!" I shouted.

He turned around with a straight face.
I know it's him.
No it can't be.
He's dead.
Or alive?

"Who are you?"

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Hey guys, I finally kept a promise huh?
I hope you liked it whoever is reading this. I have attached the song "he was playing" if anyone was wondering what she heard.

And well idk I'm really glad some of you are giving me feedback and love towards my chapters. I really do appreciate them.

5 votes & 2 comments maybe?

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-tattoomemoriesx