days // l.h (slow)

February 13th (part 1)

Leanne

What is the big deal about love? Why is there a holiday dedicated to it? It's not necessary.

What about the people who have never experienced love? They have to spend the days counting to the day getting their hopes up that someone might show them love. Then the day of that wretched holiday, they are faced with the notion that no one loves them. Surrounding them all day, is people boasting about their fortunes in the love department.

I'm sick of it.

The whole plane ride to London I sat next to newlyweds. They did not seem to understand the phrase "Get a room". Holding hands, I'm okay with. Full frontal making out, that is a no no. I had no where to run. I was trapped, sitting in the window seat, with two hormonal people blocking the isle way.

I get it, London is a beautiful city. Just because you find it beautiful you don't need to explain all the reasons why it's romantic and what all you are going to do together. Oh, your hotel room has a nice view of the London Eye? That's fantastic. Tell me one more time, and I want to punch you in the face.

I'm done with love. It's great while it lasts. But then an event occurs, and you can't help but rethink it. You sit and wonder what ever led you to fall for that person. All the memories come to your mind, all of their features. Yet, their faults just cloud your mind.

Is it still love?

Even as I ride a bus to the hotel I will be staying at, I still can't shake the feeling of leaving and going home.

I kissed him.

I got my hopes up that we would end up back together.

I woke up with him gone.

I broke our promise.

I stood him up.

In most cases, standing someone up is childlike and cowardly. In my case, I had no other choice. I was so ashamed of letting my feelings get in the way. We shared such a magnificent kiss. He held me. All the love I tried to capture unleashed.

Revenge. I couldn't help it. A small part of me wanted to get back at Luke for making me feel like a one night stand. I woke up expecting to see him next to me smiling down at me, our love still radiating.

But no, not at all.

It hurt.

I was scared, and still am, to face him. What was I suppose to say or do?

But now I have to. We had an agreement to see each other once a month. Breaking it once gave me guilt. It wont happen again.

The bus stops and it's my time to leave. I get up and walk out onto the sidewalk. Strolling down the wet pavement, I roll my suitcase for the weekend behind me.

I reach the small hotel I found online and look at my surroundings. Small stone shops surround the main street. Across the street from the hotel, I spot a small music store. My lips turn into a smile as I think of the beautiful sounds being made in there.

Walking up to the counter, an old lady sits with her eyes glued to the small television siting on her desk. I stand in front of her waiting for her to notice. After a minute I hit the bell with the palm of my hand. Her wrinkled grey-blue eyes shoot up to mine/

"Oh hello! I apologize! I get so wrapped up in those soaps. Do you have a reservation miss?"

"Yes, Leanne Stone."

"Okay. Room 202. It's right up the stairs first room to your left. Enjoy!"

I grab the key from her frail hand and walk across the small room to the stairs. I reach the room and unlock it. The room is homey with a queen size bed with quilted duvets sitting on top. Off to the side is a medium size television with a couch in front of it. A wardrobe stands next to a door leading into the bathroom.

Sitting my luggage on the bed, I pull out my cell phone and wallet. I place them in my cross body bag and head out the door. I walk outside and feel the midst of rain soon to turmoil. Running across the pebble road I reach the door of Eds Music store.

Walking in I look straight to the violins hanging on the walls.

"Ello!" My head spins to the man sitting on the counter with a acoustic guitar in his grasp.

"Hi! Can I play one of the violins?" I ask timidly.

"'Course! Do you play?" He jumps down and walks over, grabbing a cherrywood violin.

"I used to. Then I got busy."

"School? Boys?" He winks.

"Life. I used to play with my dad all the time. He left and so did the passion."

"What changed that now?" He hands me the violin and bow.

"I played as a therapy. It always helped. It lifted my spirits. My heart just pulled me to it, I guess. I cant really explain"

"Ahh." He replied knowingly. "There's a little nook over there if you'd like privacy. Even though there's no one here. There's sheet music over there."

I smile and turn around to venture out to the corner of the small store, filled with a variety of instruments. I look through the sheet music and find the score for Clocks by Coldplay.

Lifting my violin up to my shoulder, I take a deep breath.

My heart is being poured with every pull of the bow.

My tone is speaking the language of my soul as the strings vibrate against my fingers.

The notes on the page swirl around me.

The language of music transformed to my own.

My body moved as the passion overflowed me.

The arpeggios were played out on its own. I escaped from reality into a world I created through the strings.

My world.

The piece ends in a fermata and I set my violin down.

The weight of my stress leaves my body as I exhale my anxieties.

"That was amazing. I forgot how amazing you are with the violin." Luke claps, standing against the cobblestone wall.

(A/N)

I just need to let this out.

Sometimes, I get really insecure with my writing. Literally this is the only thing I feel like I'm actually decent at. I use it as a stress reliever and a way to let my brain rest. I think I put too much hope in this story. I thought that it would get a lot of reads off the bat. I don't know why but I did. I literally lay there at night freaking out over what to write next. Sometimes in school, sometimes in the shower. lol

What I'm getting at is, I work really hard on theses stories. All the reads, votes, comments are really appreciated. I can't thank you all enough. I was so close to deleting this and starting over. All of your encouragement saved this story. Thank you. I hope you keep reading!

God Bless! <3