Soul bound

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

Trigger warnings- descriptions on medical treatments for cancer, implied abuse, and mentions of marijuana.

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you 'cause I find it hard to take

When people run in circles, it's a very, very

Mad world

Mad World- Gary Jules, Michael Andrews version

Piano.

Aron had always loved the piano, the first instrument she'd ever learned to play. The earliest memory she has of them was from when she was a young child, around nine years old. She had blonde hair and big, bright blue-green eyes that were filled with curiosity. She also had a sunburn from swimming in the pool with her kid sister and father the day before, nothing unusual in the Florida summer heat.

She was sitting in her friend's, watching as the slightly older girl had pulled out a small, colorful keyboard. The friend decided to indulge in Aron's interest and teach her a simple song. 'Mary had a little lamb.'

Aron had a focused expression on her face as she watched the brown-haired girl easily play the keys. It fascinated her, seeing someone create a tune so effortlessly. She wasn't jealous, but she certainly felt envious. "You're so good at that!"

The girl chuckled. "Thanks! This song is super-duper easy."

She showed Aron a few more times before they decided it was time to give her a try. The first few times, she'd get the key wrong and have to restart. Of course, the young girl would get frustrated, forcing laughs as her friend joked at her expense. Though even as she made jokes, she would correct Aron's mistakes effectively. It wasn't long before Aron perfected the simple tune.

As soon as Aron returned home, she went to her dad. He was tall and a bit thin with what some could see as a beer belly, though Aron knew the actual cause of his enlarged abdomen was a tumor. He had tan skin and dark, thinning hair with eyes that were similar to Arons except greener. Even at her young age, Aron could see the exhaustion in them. As soon as he saw his daughter, he lit up and grinned at her. "Hey!"

He was currently sitting in the recliner, Aron's little sister sitting on his lap as she watched football with him, though she rested far to the left side. He had a black bag resting over the right side of his stomach with wires sticking out of it that connected to his central venous catheter, a tube that traveled through his vein and pumped chemo into his body. Aron didn't glance at it for any more than a moment; she knew he hated when a big deal was made about it, especially his own young children.

Aron ran over and carefully hugged him, avoiding his pump almost instinctively. "Daddy! Guess what I did at her house!"

"What did you do?" he asked her curiously, making the child giggle.

"I played piano!" she said excitedly, smiling widely. "It was so fun! I loved it and I was really bad at it for the first times I played but then I got better and it was so cool."

"Good job!" he praised her, giving her a high five.

She smiled more at his approval. "I want one! Can we please get one?"

Their dad chuckled in response, giving the typical speech about how her birthday would be coming up in a few months. Aron didn't press farther than that, leaving the hope in the back of her mind that she would receive one.