The tale of the life of a rose through the eyes of a daisy.

Clair de Lune

     Zephirine walked slowly through the long corridor on the first floor. It was an endless corridor with yellowed walls and a marble checkerboard floor, the large windows half open let a light breeze in, which made Zephirine's long locks waltz. Each of the heavy wooden doors of the floor were closed, enclosing large empty rooms on the other side. Yet through the silence of the place, the young girl heard a faint melody. These few notes that resounded from inside a room called out to Zephirine. The beautiful blonde followed the sweet melody until she reached a door that she recognized only too well. It was open, so without a sound the delicate young girl slipped inside this gallery of mirrors floored with wood. The brown piano that was at the back of the room under a window was lit by the sunlight that passed through the glass panes. The same light illuminated the face of the young musician with light locks. Zephirine did not move, she observed the talented young man in silence. However, he suddenly stopped his music, raised his head and looked into his audience's eyes.
-What are you doing here? He asked her coldly.
-I didn't want to disturb you but I was passing in the hallway and you were playing so well. The young girl murmured.
-It's not my score, I found it on one of the shelves on the wall. He confessed, pointing to the shelves to his left.
-I already knew that. Zephirine admitted while approaching the piano slowly. -Clair de Lune, Claude Debussy... It was the perfect practice music in my friend Wendy's eyes. She continued, reaching the instrument.
-What are you talking about? The confused young man let his gaze wander all around him, contemplating the entire room.
-You seem quite lost for someone who has been here for several years now, I would even say six years. The young girl teased him.
-No one has explained anything to me about anything other than the lessons.
-Well, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday the young girls of the academy practice a course that was offered to them when we arrived. Six years ago when we arrived, we were offered disciplines in which we would learn to excel. So I chose music, piano and violin in particular. Most of the other girls chose ballet. My friend Wendy was one of them, she was a breathtakingly beautiful ballerina, she was by far the best of them all. When we wanted to practice, we would come to this room and I could play for hours without interrupting myself while she twirled around the room with such lightness that she seemed to fly.
-You didn't want to dance?
-What's the point? Wendy was already the top of the class.
The young man smiled sadly before getting up and joining the girl at the end of the piano.
-I'm sincerely sorry, no one deserves to lose someone like that.
-Why, I'm not. Things all happen for reasons. Don't be sorry for me Ambroise. Zephirine smiled at him tenderly before joining the hallway and continuing her walk towards the library.