I would give my soul for you

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Prince's pov

I got up. She was asleep. She was as silent as a mouse with a small smile on her face. I couldn't help but blush, after all she was adorable. I exited the room and went to the conservatory downstairs. It was a glasshouse with a huge grand piano. I was an excellent pianist. I know this because I have been praised for it my whole life. I sat down and played Clair de Lune. I found so much comfort in this piece. I could play it for hours on end and never get sick of the bloody tune. I played it again until it was memorised from the notes, to the fingers to the letters. I was still in my clothes from yesterday, which were a black polo shirt and blue jeans. Anastasia could play the violin, her mother could play the flute and my grandfather could play the cello. Anastasia was by far the best musician in our entire family. She has played for hours on end and I will tell you, the way she plays the damned thing is so magical, one could say it compels you to forget everything and just get lost in the music. Seeing her eyelashes against her high cheekbones as she plays the instrument, gliding her body in the rhythm of the music gives me butterflies. She is the only person who I could never lash out to. I couldn't and wouldn't risk loosing her due to my horrid temper. That's why I don't have many friends. Me and my horrific temper. I would listen to classical music to try and figure out all of the different instruments used in the piece.
My phone started ringing.
Shit. Eleanor Black. I answered it hastily. I hooked up with her one time and ever since then she has been obsessed with me. In fact obsessed is an understatement.
"Hey babe." She said.
"Hi." I said flatly.
"Can I come round?" She asked.
"No. My father is having guests around the house." I lied.
"I'm sure they won't be in your room. We can be quiet, can't we?" She asked.
"Fuck sake Eleanor, I can't." I sighed.
"Tomorrow?" She asked.
"No! Eleanor I-" she cut me off
"Ellie" she said.
"Ellie, I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry." I tried to be polite.
"B-b-bu-but I thought you loved me." She complained.
"I'm sorry, I don't." I said.
She started full on sobbing. "It's her isn't it! It's Anastasia, that bitch!"
"Don't you dare fucking talk about Anastasia like that you little fucking whore. Don't ever fucking talk to me or Anastasia because I fucking swear to god you little slut, I will have no problem sending those cheeky photos to the whole school." I regretted the last bit. It made me very very angry whenever someone talks badly about Anastasia. My school knows never to mess with her. I can throw nasty punches. I went back upstairs and got a black suit on.
She was still asleep. It was only 3 in the afternoon. I made myself eggs and took a stroll in the vast courtyard.

Prince's piano clip