I only told the Moon

Chapter 2

Her fingertips. That was too close.

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The scent of 5 am lingered around the room. A slightly opened window gave access to a cold breeze. Camila was already wide awake even after last night's breakdown. Her eyes hung heavy as she felt the weight of both in a single blink. Normani's peacefully sleeping on the right side of the bed. The younger girl clutched the blanked that was wrapped around her and stared right back above. The ceiling was painted white. It turns yellow every time the lamp post from outside was turned on. When it's turned off, she knows it's not too early or not too late to start a good day.

Carefully, she stands up from the bed making it produce a soft squeak and made her wait out of the room.

The apartment was quiet. Her roomates must've been already home. Come to think of it, Camila was never the party girl, the outgoing one, the adventurous one. She's the type that would stay indoors and read a book instead of being out all day and drink liquors.

A big piano stood in front of her. A beautiful and familiar one. She smiles to herself as she stroke every inch of it with her finger. She roamed the instrument. So old yet so gold. This is Camila. The real Camila she herself appreciates than the Camila they wish to see. She sat down and rested her palms on the keys. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the key slowly and lightly. It's okay for them to wake up. It was about time.

Her hands explored each key. Every second was making her hand heavier and made her discover more of the tones. The sound that was being produced tailed along the sun being raised outside the window.

She started to play fur elise unconsciously and picked up her pace. Her head was blank but she could feel all the thoughts streaming around her mind. She kept playing until the sun flashed lightly in her eyes.

"Good morning." She greets the Celestial body as she tones down and lifted her fingers from the keys.

For her Morning finale, she plays the theme of "up" as simple as it was.

"Good Morning to you too." A voice startled the cuban and jumped lightly. She rested her hand on her chest as she turns around to see who it was.

"Ally..." she whispers and sighs with relief when she saw the smaller one with a mug of coffee in her hand and a messy bun on top of her head.

"How long have you been up?" Ally asks settling down beside Camila and resting her mug on top of the piano.

"I don't know actually." She replied honestly. "Did I wake everybody up?"

"Just me."

"Oh."

"Have you been crying last night?" The older girl couldn't help but ask. Camila shook het head rapidly in denial.

"I probably slept too long," she lied. Taking in her deep breath she slightly shivers as she exhales.

Camila felt strange being comfortable with Ally. They were in a brawl before. the fight is still felt even in the mere silence that enfolded them both.

"Camila," Ally started. Camila kept her gaze on the keys in front of her and started playing a single note slowly and repeatedly. "Look, I'm sorry."

"For what?" I need answers. I need to know what you're sorry about. But Ally remained silent. The hesitation in her face shows that she was too embarrass to even say what she did.

"FOR WHAT, ALLY?" Her tone was ineluctable. The frustration she already has built up.

Silence.