Right But Wrong

Music: a way to express emotions when you have no other way

Avery:

One of the weirdest things about losing someone is how easily your mind can reset to it's own way of normality. Maybe that's the way it copes, by finding new ways of normal, by trying its best to make it seem like that person will only be away for a little while. Maybe your mind's right, maybe it will only be for a little while. 

Maybe the loss is just a terrible nightmare, or maybe life isn't as real as it seems. The mind has a weird way of coping and making it seem like you've accepted things when in reality it's the complete opposite, your mind refuses to completely process things for it's own protection. I mean how are you to process the fact that one day someone is there and the next their completely gone.

For the past day's i've been doing what was everyone else's normality and most definetly was never mine. Chopping wood, catching fish for dinner, taking walks in the forest. I suppose none of that was a bad thing, but it just felt weird, it was like my body took over but i was just watching behind the eyes and stuck in time of trying to process things which i'm sure i'd never truly be able to process.

Miles was practically never out of my sight and always tried to keep me some sort of company. It made me glad that he wanted to be around me so much, it made me feel safer and not too mention how adorable i thought it was.  Zake and Zandros would stick around too but they would never talk much, Zake would only say a couple of words or grumble and it was accordingly impossible to get even a single word out of Zandros. They both would just stare at me, Zake with that smirk that sent my mind into a spiral and Zandros with a look of curiosity and a hint of something else.

To my surprise and happiness, Anngelica and I seemed like we were becoming at least friends. Truthfully i wouldn't mind having her as my sister, she's nice enough and seems to like me, i wasn't sure about Bella though.

Maybe it was because we had completely different personalities; she liked shopping, boys and makeup. I never had the money for shopping, the only boys i truly had in my life seemed to be there to ruin it and makeup was nice but according to Bella i didn't know it well enough.

Or maybe it was just because of the evil glares she would give me every now and then, like i was nothing more than a major inconvience for her and the others. I didn't know which was worst, her evil glares and mean whispers or her mother's fake laughs. I hated both reactions. It made my skin crawl.

Truthfully there was someone on my mind though, someone i wanted to get to know more but was too afraid too. Miles wouldn't stop talking about him to me and my curiosity felt like it was going wild. Why did everyone obsess over him so much and why did Miles always seem like he was yearning for something every time he was mentioned. 

I suppose the universe knew my need to see him as as soon as i walked in the living room, there he was. He was sitting by the piano, playing some sort of peice that seemed to be giving him many emotions. His fingers drifted across the keys lightly, it was like some sort of fairy magic. My eyes focused on his hands and fingers as they made work to make the perfect peice. It was like it was hypnotising me, daring me to look away when it knew i couldn't. My breath felt hitched in my throat as i watched. How did he know what keys to use? How did he know how to draw people in?

"I can feel you watching me" His voice instantly brought me out of my trance. Was he..teasing me? "come closer pretty girl" there was that nickname again, the one that heated my cheeks for what felt like no reason. How did he know it was me standing there and not anyone else?

Doing as he requested i walked closer "that was a beautiful peice" i finally spoke up, neves overwhelming me.

"Why thank you pretty girl" he answered, a slight chuckle in his voice. "sit" he moved along the bench he was sitting on, making space for me. "go ahead, ask the question" how did he know i had questions i felt i needed the answers to?

"How do you know how to play when you can't see the keys?" I finally asked, maybe it wasn't my original question but curiosity filled me as i had watched him play.

"I feel the music, I remember the keys from my childhood. I wasn't always blind you know.." Somehow that felt worst than being blind since birth. If he wasn't always then it must have felt like the world was against him, it must have been terrifying. Waking up one day and suddenly your consumed by darkness, unable to do anything to escape it. "there's no need to feel bad for me Avery, if i didn't go blind i probably wouldn't be alive today" what did he mean by that?

"who taught you to play?" I asked, trying to change the subject a little. Suddenly his slight smirk turned into a saddened smile. 

"My mother did..She used to love the piano, said it was a way to express your emotions without using your words" 

"do you miss her?" I asked softly, watching as he placed one of his hands on top of the piano and the other in between us.

"More than anything..I'm sure the others must have told you by now but she was like an angel that had come to earth to make everyone's lives that little bit better" It seemed like he was about to cry, and without thinking i hugged him. To my surprise he didn't push me away, instead he held me closer. "I wish you could have met her..your hearts are both filled with the same kindness" he smiled a little. Truthfully that felt like the best compliment i could ever recieve, being compared to the woman who clearly affected his and his brother's lives in more than one way. 

"I'm sure she's looking down at you from heaven and is more proud of you than you think" I smiled softly, i knew he couldn't see my smile but maybe he could feel it and maybe it could give him that little reassurance that he needed.

"thank you pretty girl" he pulled me a closer and for a while we stayed in each other's arms, passing each other the comfort we both so desperately craved.