Chapter 5
-Miracle Astor-
I woke up all of a sudden as I heard the familiar sound of piano playing all the way from the music room three doors away from my bedroom.
I turned to look at my alarm clock in my bedside table. It's one in the morning. Who could possibly be playing the piano at this hour?
As far as I know no one from my brothers has any interest in music so none of them play any instruments and the twins banned me from stepping inside again when I was eight, so the music room has mostly been abandoned ever since. When dad was still alive, the music room was my favorite room of all as I spent every waking hour inside of it playing the piano. Oh, how I missed playing it. It's been so long.
I sat up in bed as I listened to the beautiful sound of the piano playing.
Reflecting on the peaceful and nostalgic feeling evoked by the sound of a piano playing takes me on a journey through my memories and emotions that are both comforting and painful. There is something truly inherently soothing about the gentle melody that emanates from the keys, filling the air with a sense of tranquility and serenity.
As the notes dance and intertwine, a wave of nostalgia washes over me, transporting me to moments long gone yet eternally preserved in the echoes of the music, the moments of my childhood where I still had my smile and the moments I had with my dad. Each chord struck resonates with a depth of emotion that words alone cannot capture, stirring a symphony of feelings within my soul.
The piano's melody carries with it a sense of timelessness, as if the music itself is a bridge between the past and the future. In those moments of musical reverie, I find solace and clarity, as if the keys unlock hidden chambers of my heart and mind.
Without really thinking much about it, I stood up, put on my fluffy slippers, and went to the music room, the beautiful melody of the piano playing seems to be inviting me in to hear it up close and to see who exactly is playing such beautiful music. So for the first time in eight years I opened the door of the music room and got inside, but as soon as I was inside I already wished I hadn't.
It turns out the one playing the Steinway Fibonacci grand piano was Damion!
As soon as I opened the door the sound of the piano also stopped and he quickly turned his head, surprised to see me as well. I shouldn't have gone inside! I should've just been content hearing the sound in my room! Now Damion's going to snap at me---
"Did I wake you? I almost forgot the music room is closest to your bedroom." He spoke, watching me carefully with that scrutinizing and observant eyes he has.
He's not mad? Why isn't he mad?
"I'm so sorry, Damion. I'm going to get out of your way." I gently said to him and lowered my head about to turn back and leave the room so he can go back to playing peacefully.
But I have to admit seeing him sitting there in the grand piano I used to sit in stirred something inside of me, I wish I could touch the keys again. And watching him playing my favorite instrument actually surprised me, he plays it so well, I didn't know he could play.
"You can stay if you want, Mira. It's okay." I hear him sighing.
I still can't get used to hearing my eldest brother call me by my name instead of his usual nickname to me, demon spawn.
"I can't. Maddox and Hendrix banned me here, they're going to be mad." I replied, but honestly I really want to stay longer.
I'd already be content just hearing and watching him play my favorite instrument.
"I'm unbanning you then." He shrugs.
"But---
"My words are the law inside this house, right? The twins won't be able to do anything, don't worry."
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MIRACLE (✔️)
Teen Fiction"My mother named me Miracle, but I am anything but a miracle in her and our family's life. I am a mistake. I am a product of a heinous crime." Miracle Astor was born after the rape of her mother. Aurora Astor was convinced by everyone in her family...
