SKYE
“The house seems peaceful without the mute.” Dexy sneered. She was on the phone with her gossip friends.
I rolled my eyes as I came down the stairs. How could the house be peaceful when her annoying self was present?
Not being in the mood to argue with her, I walked into the kitchen. I was going to see Val so I needed to be in a good mood. I stopped in my tracks as I watched Acio fiddle with the silver harmonica Val had gifted me on her birthday.
My heart lurched at the sight of him as a warm feeling flooded my being.
He spotted me in the doorway and flashed me a smile. My heart skipped a beat.
He lifted the harmonica. “You left this in the garden earlier.”
I smiled and walked over to him taking the harmonica from him.
“Been long since you played.”
I nodded as I grazed my fingers across my name. It felt hard and smooth.
“Juega para mi. Play for me.”
I stared up at him in surprise. He'd never requested for me to play for him. In fact he hated when I played my instruments. Said I was creating noise pollution.
“Please.”
I nodded, stunned. I rose the harmonica to my lips. I played a tune I'd created. A tune only Valerie had heard.
I titled it 'Bleeding'. Valerie had loved it, saying though it sounded depressing, it was good. What she didn't know was she was the inspiration behind it. It was for her.
She was bleeding, hurting internally since she lost her mom in that traumatising incident.
I shut my eyes as I lost myself into the tune. Music made me happy. It calmed me. I had a thing for musical instruments.
I opened my eyes as I ended. Acio was staring at me and I blushed. He must think it's bad.
“It's amazing. What's the inspiration?”
I smiled with foolish pleasure. I'm so glad he liked it.
“Ask the creator.” I told him with a shrug.
He gave me a look. “That's why I'm asking you.”
“How do you know it's me?” I countered.
He sighed. “I know it's you so cut the crap and tell me already.”
“Meanie.” I pouted which earned me an unimpressed look. I sighed.
“Val was my muse.”
“Figured as much. Title?”
“Bleeding.” I said sheepishly.
He stared at me and for a moment I thought he was going to mock me and be cynical about it. I started to fidget in my seat, uncomfortable with the way he was staring. It made me self-conscious.
