𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 || 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 132 - colors

a/n - posting so much so u guys can catch up!!!

y/n's pov , 3 days later
i lay down, and wrap my arms around y/n's body as she lays on top of me. "i love you," i say, "so much." "i love you more," y/n whispers, "goodnight, olivia."

i wake up, feeling myself on top of y/n. her fingers were running around my back. she's done it every night for more than six years, she even did it in her sleep. that's why i was normally on top of y/n. i was always excited to sleep so y/n could draw on my back. i keep my hand on her jaw, slowly rubbing it with my thumb back and forth before i fall asleep again.

y/n and i walk downstairs and y/n yawns, walking to the fridge. i smile as she turns to me and says, "breakfast burrito?" "yes, please," i smile, "can i make the scrambled eggs, please?" "of course," y/n says, getting things out from the fridge.

i lean back into y/n as she wraps her arms around me as i make the scrambled eggs, bacon cooking on the stovetop next to it.

y/n's pov
i walk to olivia's piano as olivia was in the living room. i sit down, running my hands on the keys. i start to play for the first time in more than a decade. 

olivia's pov
my ears perk up and i look up from my book, hearing a sad piano being played. it was only y/n and i. was dan here? no... even dan couldn't play that well.

i place my book down, walking towards the other living room. my eyes widen, and my mouth drops.

y/n sat on the piano seat, her hands moving as if it was second nature. y/n had never told me she could play the piano. why did she keep it a secret for so long?

i don't say anything in case y/n would get embarrassed, so i stand for a few minutes, watching y/n play this incredibly sad piano ballad. she never played the wrong note. i look down at the sustain pedal, seeing her lift it off then put it back down after.

after y/n ends on a single note, she lets it ring out, opening her eyes. we both take a few seconds to soak everything in. "y/n," i whisper. her eyes shoot to me, and we stare at each other. "when did you learn how to play?" i ask. "i didn't," she says. i walk towards her, taking a seat beside her, "self taught?" "no... no one taught me," she says. she must be lying.

i keep quiet, breath taken. "i just... follow the colors. taste it, too." 

my eyes widen again, and i look at y/n. "are you serious?" i ask. "yeah," y/n nods, "wait... you... don't?" "just a taste," i say, "synaesthesia." "what?" she chuckles. "you have synaesthesia. you can see colours in music, taste it too. it's really rare and different for everyone that has it. what color was that piece?" "dark blue," y/n says, "navy. black... and bitter." "that's incredible," i whisper, "and you just found out?" y/n looks at the piano, nodding, "i guess so. i used to play a little when i was like, nine. but i stopped for some reason. i guess i kinda thought i forgot how to play so i didn't bother trying."

y/n's mom has synaesthesia. we would talk about music when we went out to lunch or dinner while y/n was working. it was incredible, and knowing her daughter has it, is something that can assure y/n that her mom's still with her.

"your mom has it," i say. "she used to play the piano all the time when i was younger." i nod, "it runs in the family, a genetic thing... can you play something else?" "i'm nervous," y/n chuckles nervously. fear flashes through me. what if y/n never wants to play again? i'd kill for what she has. any musician would.

"it's just us," i say. "okay," she whispers, bringing her hands to the piano. my heart jumps to excitement. as soon as she starts playing, i recognize the song. making the bed.

she plays the melody in the right hand, adding the instruments in between every break of the melody. the lyrics fill my mind as she plays, and i look at her, smiling.