Not So Vibrant, Not So Dull (draft) ✔

Not So Vibrant, Not So Dull: Short Story Version

A/N: I'll just leave this here, for anyone who wanna sneak a peak. :)

Ahen Lefevre, in my black and white world, you are blue.

A quiet, muted blue seeping through the cracks of serenity I pretend to bear. The only colour that seeped into my dark cores.

I never intended to feel anything beyond the keys, to let the sounds stretch beyond the sheet music. The piano has always been my refuge, the place where I could pour out my soul in shades of ivory and ebony, safe in the confines of my own creation. But now, every time I sit down, every time my fingers touch the cool, familiar surface, I feel you.

You're the one who made me realise that the notes could feel more than what I'd written, that the music could linger long after the sound had faded. Every twist, every leap, every pause was a conversation, a language we both spoke but never dared to name. You made the music breathe, live, in a way I never could on my own.

The way you dance-it's as if you are translating every emotion I pour into the piano into something visible, something tangible. You are my audience, my muse, the one who takes what I give and transforms it into something more.

I still remember the first time I saw you in that café, how you moved through the space like a storm contained in a teacup. If I call you a beautiful mess, would that offend you? Because you were. Eyes all over me, you held back your words, but your gestures spoke volumes.

The only time I see solace in you was when you danced. It is as if the chaos that swirled around you, that restless energy I could feel even across the room, suddenly found its rhythm. In these moments, the storm within you quieted, leaving only this raw, unfiltered beauty that take my breath away.

When I first saw you dance to my piece, it was as if the world breathed for the first time. Each movement was a delicate stroke of colour on a black and white canvas, painting something I hadn't realised was missing. The way you moved made my notes tangible, your body translating my silent melodies into something vivid. Watching you brought the warmth of something unspoken, a connection that vibrated through my fingers every time I touched the keys.

I'm chaos myself, more than you can ever know. For as good an actor as I am, I am a better pianist. The blacks in my world are bolder than you assume, so intense that the white I try to paint over it can barely shade a grey. But I feel more vibrant when I'm with you, when I kiss you, or even just think of it. And now, I'm afraid of getting addicted to the luxury of you-a luxury I can't afford.

So I'll just keep playing. For you, for us. Every note, every chord is me trying to reach out, to touch that part of you that only emerge when you dance. And as you move, I find my own solace in you, in the way you make the music come alive, in the way you make me feel. You calm me in a way that I can no longer pretend to be calm for my own good.

The music isn't just mine anymore; it belongs to you as much as it does to me. Every time you move, I feel a little more alive, as if you're gently colouring the edges of my existence, making the greys a little softer, a little warmer. Now, whenever you dance, I find myself longing for those moments, waiting for that subtle blue to fill the room.

I know we have come so far. I never expected to find this, to feel this, in the first place. But here you are, and here I am, and there's no turning back now. The music will changing, the world will try to define us in not-so-romantic ways, but I'm sure I won't mind it anymore. Because as long as you keep dancing, I'll keep playing. And together we can create something that's neither black nor white. But something more beautifully in between.

A world where blue is the only colour that matters. And that world for me is you.