Hold My Hand

Chapter Twenty-Four

The next day I found Gabriel in a pretty good mood.

- Is everything okay? - I asked as soon as I entered our rehearsal room. 

- Yes. What do you mean? 

- Should I believe you? 

- It suits you well. 

I got a little confused. For a second I looked at my body, and although I remembered that I was wearing casual, everyday clothes, I thought that something was off about me, but I quickly remembered that he couldn't see.

- What do you mean?

- Perfume. It has a pleasant smell.

- Wow, thanks. I stole two drops from my mother's jar. 

- Mother's? - He laughed ironically.

I didn't understand for a moment, what he meant. However, when I did, I couldn't imagine, how on Earth could he know that. 

- Yes, my mother's, - I answered after a second.

I got an ironic laugh in response.

- What's wrong with you? - I scolded.

- Mary, who are you trying to fool? - he responded to me with a question. 

I thought that he installed a sound or a video recorder in my flat.

- How do you know, tell me directly and honestly! 

- You are afraid of me.

- To be honest, yes. 

- Why?

- You should know it yourself! I even doubt that you can't see! 

My words hurt him. 

- I have two reasons and you know them better than me.

- So? 

- Gabriel, what are you doing, for god's sake?! What, you installed a sound recorder in my house?

- God...

- How do you know? Tell me! - I couldn't hold back my anger.

- Calm down! 

- If you don't, I won't trust you anymore!

- You did all this time?

- You're missing the point!

- I don't know anything.

Damn, he seemed to be honest.

- Please!

- I swear, Mary.

Peace poured inside me from his eyes. 

We decided to end the conversation.

He got up and approached the piano.

- Come! - he called me.

- I am here.

- Good. 

I couldn't take my eyes off his slim fingers resting on the keyboard.

In a second, the C major triad (chord - C E G) was heard in two octaves. The sound clearly hit Gabriel emotionally, as his face became pale, then red, and his sea-colored eyes sparkled. The reverberating acoustics once again bounced the loud sounds around the room and quieted them down, finally fading them away. This was followed by triad inversions, at a slower pace. When he reached the end of the keyboard, he sighed, rubbed his forehead, stood up, and started going back and forth nervously.