Love Is Love (BL Short Stories)

~Emilio x Oliver~angst

Title: The Last Note

Emilio sat at the piano, his fingers hovering over the keys. His eyes traced the familiar wood grain on the lid, memories washing over him like a wave threatening to pull him under. The grand piano had always been their place-his and Oliver's. It was where their relationship had begun, where stolen glances turned into whispered confessions, and where every argument, every moment of passion, had been resolved through music. It was their unspoken language, the one place they could be vulnerable without saying a word.

The light outside the window dimmed, casting long shadows across the room. The apartment felt emptier than usual. Emilio had always thought it was too large for just two people, but Oliver had insisted. Now, it felt cavernous. Hollow. The silence was too loud.

He hadn't touched the piano in weeks. Not since Oliver had left.

It wasn't a dramatic exit-no slammed doors or shouting matches. Just a quiet evening where Oliver packed his bags, kissed Emilio softly on the forehead, and walked out with a sad smile that would forever haunt Emilio's dreams. There had been no closure, no real explanation. Just a note left on the pillow.

"I love you, but I can't stay."

That was it. The sentence that had unraveled Emilio's world. He had read it a hundred times, hoping that by some miracle, the words would change. That Oliver would walk back through the door with his crooked smile and say it was all a misunderstanding. But days turned into weeks, and each morning, Emilio woke up to an empty bed and a cold pillow.

The piano bench creaked under his weight as he finally let his fingers press down on the keys. A soft, tentative melody filled the room, fragile like the pieces of his heart. He played the song they used to play together, the one Oliver had taught him during the early days of their relationship. It was a simple tune, but it had always felt like home. Now, it was painful. Every note was a reminder of what he had lost.

Tears blurred his vision as the melody wavered. He couldn't hold it together anymore. His chest ached with the weight of unshed grief, and he slammed his hands against the keys in frustration, a discordant sound reverberating through the apartment. But instead of catharsis, the noise only made the emptiness more suffocating.

He sat in silence for a moment, tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking with the sobs he had been trying so hard to suppress. Everything felt wrong without Oliver. The world didn't make sense anymore. He was adrift, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find his way back.

The door creaked open behind him, and for a brief, fleeting second, hope flared in Emilio's chest. He turned, but it wasn't Oliver. It was just the wind, blowing in through the window he had forgotten to close.

Emilio laughed bitterly at his own foolishness. Of course, Oliver wasn't coming back.

He walked over to the window and shut it, staring out at the city below. It was busy, full of life, but Emilio felt completely disconnected from it all. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, closing his eyes and letting the numbness wash over him.

The piano sat in the corner, abandoned once again.

And Emilio was alone.

Forever waiting for a man who was never coming back.