the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016

thirty two

i walked in the doors and heard the beautiful melody of a piano being played.

i prayed that it was who i wanted it to be and i saw a tall guy with a red baggy shirt and a black hat put on backwards and my heart leaped.

you were playing the piano!

i grinned that you were playing upstage for the first time in a long time. i put my head down because i suddenly felt sick.

i looked back at the place where you were standing and you weren't there anymore.

i saw you outside in your expensive looking silver honda and you left.

i kept looking at the doors, the whole time, hoping that you would enter, but you never did.