Forest Darling

Chapter 35 - Anna

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Chapter 35

°Harriet

We stare at each other.

What the hell?

Never in my life is he the person I wrote to. The person was too different from how he presents himself in school.

He is the grumpy football captain and not a nice dude who reads spicy romance, plays piano and loves to cook.

"How?" I say back because we apparently only throw single words at each other now.

"I have history in room 36 before lunch. It's not one of my favorite subjects so I thought I'd just tape a note under the desk, hoping someone would find it and answer."

I just continue to stare at him, while he gives me an awkward smile.

"Piano." Yeah, I didn't really recover yet.

"I can show you my music room, if you want." I just nod, because I'm still to stunt to speak.

I never really bothered and wondered why Fynn was there that day. There are too many other thoughts on my mind.

But this piece solves the puzzle.

Well, almost.

Why was 'he' there then?

I know I told him that I go there often, but he couldn't know I was going there that day at that specific time. If he stalked me, he would've known that I normally go home and eat and then do my walk.

Or did he follow me?

Did Fynn mentioned he would meet someone and he concluded it was me?

Before I can ask Fynn any of my questions we arrive at a black door.

My eyes widen as soon as he opens the door and my mouth hangs so wide open you could probably fit a whole tennis ball in it.

His music room is actually a huge sun room, with a black grad piano in the middle of this glass palace.

Every wall, as well as the roof consists of windows and gives a breathtaking view of the garden.

I think I'm in love

Obviously not with the person who got blessed with this this gem of a room.

I'll will never go home again.

"Holy macaroni."

"Do you like it?"

"Do I like it? I just fell in love with a room." He laughs and walks to the piano.

"You're welcome to play, if you'd like."

I walk over as well and study the black and highly polished piece.

Yamaha

Of course, that's the brand.

I sit down and open the cover. I close my eyes and let my fingers slide over the white and black keys.

I softly hum the melody and swing slightly from side to side. After playing the last note I open my eyes again.

"You play wonderful." Fynn says and I look up to find that his lips are set in a small smile. "What piece was it?"

"Adagio, an oboe concert by Alessandro Marcello in D minor which got transcribed into a piano piece by Johann Sebastian Bach." He nods and looks a bit in thoughts.

I passionately play piano as well, even though I have lost sight of it for some time

"Do you play again?"