Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

15. Love Song

With a frown on his face Sylus thinks about how he could help me to calm down. Since when did he start care about my wellbeing so much? It's kind of irritating. "Let's go to the living room, I have some records that are quite relaxing. Maybe it helps you to calm down and to remember something pleasant. We used to dance to those."

Sylus guides me through the labyrinth of hallways and doors. As we reach the living room, I can't stop my mouth from dropping open. On the wall hang a lot of expensive looking guitars, there is even a grand piano in the middle of the room, and a collection of vintage records is displayed on the other side the living room. "It seems you do love music..." I take a guess. I don't even try to hide that I am impressed.

Sylus chuckles lightly at my observation, and a mixture of nostalgia and pride lingers in his voice as he responds. "Yes, I do love music." A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips, gesturing around the living room, indicating the display of instruments and records. "And I've been collecting instruments and records for quite some time now. I just buy what I want."

I am kind of excited because this side of Sylus is so unexpected. And it's a passion that we have in common. "Can you play something for me on the piano?" The excitement and curiosity in my eyes as I stare at the piano brings a smile to Sylus lips reaching his eyes. He walks over to the piano, brushing his fingers against the keys before taking his seat on the bench. "Of course." His fingers are gliding over the keys, the soft notes filling the air as he begins play.

Already the first few notes stir something deep inside me, an urge to touch the keys and play along almost unbearable. It seems I know this song by heart, but I can't remember that I ever heard it before. It is beautiful, full of love and passion. I stand next to Sylus, playing the chords with him in sync. "How... how is that possible... I never heard this song before and yet I know it...?" I glace at Sylus, but he doesn't seem to be surprised the slightest.

"You remember this song." Sylus's voice is barely above a whisper and audible over the music yet carrying a hint of satisfaction. "You always loved this song." The familiar notes continue to fill the air, the melody taking on a bittersweet quality as we play in perfect harmony.

Memories flash through my mind, hazy and fragmented, the image of a younger Sylus and the sound of his laughter. Suddenly, I remember... it was me that composed this song for Sylus... My eyes widening by that realization. Tears welling up inside my eyes, because I also recall that I could not finish it... because of our tragic end, I wasn't able to compose the rest of the song... and we both stop at the same note.

The last note hangs in the air for a moment, the silence weighing heavily on us both. The memories of our past together flooding back, the love we shared tempered with the pain and heartache of how it all ended.

"You... you composed this song." Sylus says, his voice thick with emotion. "For me. But you... you never got to finish it. Because of..." he trails off, the words catching in his throat. A tear escapes my eye and runs down my cheek. "I remember now...!" I look at Sylus, a deep feeling of admiration and love from the past hiding in my subconscious.

"You remember now." Sylus repeats, his voice barely above a whisper. "You remember us. What we were. What we had." He reaches out to gently touch my cheek, to brush away my tears that keep coming more and more as the memories starting to come back.

"What we lost..." I say and I can't stop the urge to reach out my hand to his cheek, the feeling of loss and regret almost unbearable, the guilt still heavy on my heart. "Yes." His voice sounds thick with emotions. "What we lost. Our love. Our lives. Our future. It was all taken away from us."

Sylus hand reaches up to grasp mine on his cheek. His fingers intertwine with mine, the gesture feeling both familiar and foreign at the same time. It seems Sylus holds onto my hand like a lifeline, as if to anchor himself in reality, to prevent the past from consuming him.

"Who... Who did this to us... And why?" I ask silently. I can't ignore the burning feeling of our intertwined fingers, being highly aware of the spots where our skin touches. I stare into his eyes, unable to look away, almost seeing the lingering shadow of the past. Sylus eyes darken as he listens to my questions, bringing back memories that he tried to bury. "Who did this to us..." he repeats with a voice low and rough. "And why... it's a complicated story. One that involves betrayal and manipulation. Someone who wanted to tear us apart. Use us against each other. It's a story for another day."