Operation Centuria: The First 25

Day 8: Untold "Shades of Melody" by Jane

Pianissimo, the best way to explain her music. I strung my fingers across the piano, hearing the gentle and gradual tune of the melodies it had bring upon my ears. She had left me painful scars in my heart along with the memories that tortured me all this years. Deeming the piano warily made me remember her gracious beauty that shined for almost ten years of my life. She was wonderful. 

“Miss me?” A sudden voice echoed through the mini hall, it irritates my ear. I glared at her, she’s still wearing her long, fully detailed, shimmering, long gown. Her deceitful smile was form in her lips. “Definitely not, I’m here to talk to you about your concert yesterday” She saw me scowling at her. She was not pleased by my behavior towards her. “And what’s to talk about Josh?” She cross her arms and bite her lower lip, she took two steps forward and stood proud in front of me. I’ve rather end this conversation than to pick a fight with her. “Maybe later,I’ll call you I just need to go” without saying goodbye, I walk out of the mini hall and slam the door. My hands were shaking, afraid of the past… afraid of what it have been done to me.

6pm.We planned to have a talk about the concert to a high class restaurant “De Lyric” is the name of this famous French restaurant. It’s just the two of us. And I saw how elegant she is, the way she walks, the way she raise her hand to the waiter, and even the way she talks. “Nia” I mumbled her name, she heard me and dash a fake smile. “Magnificent Josh, this is the first time you’ve called me by my name” Again, her words stab me. How can she be so dull? Lifeless. “I’m not aspired by the way you play your piano, Nia” her sparkling eyes rolled over and her fists clenched on the top of the table. “I’m aware about that” she manage to smile, a fake one. “On your next concert, you can use our song”  her face was transformed into an angel with raging anger. “How can you say such words?” there was a hint of hatred on the tone of her voice. I was silent and so was she. 

Her fair skin shows the violence of the past, there were scars on her heart. God knows how much I want to embrace her. I planned to initiate another conversation when she speak up. “Josh, I need you” this time, there was a new tune of her voice. “That”s in the past Nia” she was shock, she didn’t expect the words that came out on my mouth. She look up at the ceiling, trying to stop her tears. I was stiffen at the moment but I manage to cool down and relax in spite of her mix emotions right now, I want to snuggle her, but at that instant she controlled her emotions, wanting not to show it in front of me. I grin, how I miss her disciplined self, how she manage to be strong and brave, but that was in the past. “Nia, be yourself again, please” I beg her, I tried to hold her hands but she quickly remove it away from me. “What do you mean?” the annoyance in her voice was easily noticed, she’s biting her lower lip again, meaning that she’s full of hatred and anger. “Play our song for the last time, and let it heal your wounded heart” I bravely suggested to her, but instead of an angry face, there, in front of me… was a crying Nia. 

“Do you know how hard it can be?” at that very moment, her tears fell off her cheeks, she was half shouting half whispering. “Look, there’s a piano here…play a melody Nia” she looked at me eye to eye, not blinking even once. I was silently hoping that she’ll say yes. Her pinkish shining cocktail dress was purposely intended to make her much beautiful. The crowd was amazed by her beauty when she stood up, there was a spotlight, but before leaving the table she whispered something… “Don’t leave until I come back”  the sadness upon her face was formed. She was right, I must not leave her, but even if I want to, I have to do it.

She played Lonely Soul of Mikael Sapin. Our song. It was a slow and tender. Pianissimo. Her song defines her personality. I gaze at her, she was so lovely that I admired her so much even the crowd close their eyes because of how sad the song is, and how it touch their hearts. “Splendid Nia” I murmured. She stare at me for a minute and then she smiled, her finishing touch was a lovely bow from the stage. 

I closed my eyes and cherishing how the crowd applaud her. This must be it. And when I open my eyes and look at her, her tears fall again on her cheeks, everyone was shocked and wondered why that lovely maiden in front was crying. Her smile was slowly fading away…just like my very existence on her eyes. “Thank you” were her last words before I  completely vanish. 

Our love story was torn into pieces and no one knew how it felt to lose someone you’ve love for a long time. No one knew the story of her life with me. No one knew about her ruined fairytale. It was untold.