Prologue - Webbed Glass

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Warnings- Wade.

Uses of Y/N (Your name)

L/N (Last name)

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The rain patters yet I know no one hears as the skies rumble under the darkening sky.

My hearing enhanced picking up upon any whispers of my childhood, an unexplained gift and yet no one believed my claims.

Medical unable to show the reasons behind gifts of strength or quick healing.

My fingers play against the piano swiftly as people sit in the crowd silent but my mind is anything but.

Chills run up my spine as I press low keys the vibrations shaking my fingers as I force myself to breathe.

Old feelings of cluttered memories begging for someone, for anyone as I play the unwritten dereliction in the missing lyrics of the tune. As I begin to finish I feel comfort through the shadows and yet these watchful eyes were unlike any other.

Why was their hope in that?

The crowd stands and claps matching the thunder outside as I stand to face thousands of people appreciative for those who support me and have come to watch me play.

Then why do they look faceless?

I bow a thank you and the cheers get louder as my head throbs, my music once my purpose is now a soulless continuance as I dread concerts.

I could no longer get lost in it with thousands of eyes watching me.

Maybe that's why I turned more towards reading at home with a cup of a hot beverage in hand.

Somewhere I can get lost in a book or a reading phone app.

The smut helps.

"They love the new recordings" My manager 'Becky' gushes her green eyes smiling in awe as I leave the stage quickly.

I try my best to give it back swallowing my anxiety as her eyes have me following forward to see someone standing off to the side his smile brightening on seeing me as he gives Becky a knowing look.

"Oh yes before I forget Y/N meet Mr. Cameron he is a massive fan of your pieces he even put in a big donation for your performance for charity tonight" she says as the man hands over the duzon of roses and I accept them taking him in.

Tall and tanned his suit matched his Raven hair which only darkens with his smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Miss L/N I first fell in love with your piano playing when you used to play back in the old theaters. I am glad you have now made it as big as you deserve" he says gidness in his tone and I try to return it.

"Thank you these are gorgeous and I thank you for your support" I say taking in his ashy blue eyes.

The man is beautiful I think as he looks at my manager whose eyes widen as if catching on before mumbling that she needs to go get my belongings before running off and leaving me alone with him making me silently curse at her.

"The name is Leo" he says holding out his hand which I reach out for and shake similar chills running up my spine as he beams unaware.

Why do they all feel like this?

So hauntingling wrong like each touch is poison and yet I search for a touch to be the cure.

"I was wondering if I could get your number?" he asks the question making me swallow awkwardly but I nod anyway making him breathe in relief before passing me his phone out of his suit pocket.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 20 ⏰

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