Compliantly Faded (Solangelo)

5 - The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

   "You play the piano?" Was the sentence that shook me out of my thoughts as my fingers came to a sudden halt, hovering but an inch over the keys laid out in front of me. I'd ended up staying the night at Will's, sleeping comfortably snuggled up with at least a dozen of pillows.

  "Y-yeah. A little." I said, turning my body on the seat to look Will in the eye.

  "How come you never told me?" He asked, looking sullen.

   "I didn't think it was important." I replied easily, because technically speaking, it was not a lie. The fact that I played an instrument had never been relevant in any previous conversation. Not that we'd had a lot of conversations, that is. And my playing wasn't really my fault- who would've known Will Solace had an old piano sitting in his living room, awaiting someone wit talented fingers?

"Do you mind if I listen to you play?" He asked, sitting down next to me, pushing me slightly to the right.

"O- okay." I swallowed thickly, feeling a lump rise in my throat for a rather apparent reason.

Piano was the only thing that was mine. No one had taught me, I'd taught myself. No one ever listened- this being the first time someone would hear- for it was made only for my ears. And yet, somehow I found myself trusting Will. I leaned into his gentle touch, his hand placed softly around my waist; I began to play. Shakily at first, but soon I got lost in the rhythm, lost in the sound I was creating.

What finally broke me from my reverie was Will. "Hey, Neeks?"

  "Hmm?" My fingers came to a sudden pause. I hadn't played for such a long time- the pain in my hands was proof of that.

   "You've been playing for an hour now." He said. I blinked. An hour? I was less aware of the world around me than I originally thought.

   "Oh, uh, I'm sorry." I apologized quickly.

   "No, no, I'd love to hear more- but, it's ten, and breakfast is waiting downstairs." He said. I nodded, a soft gasp escaping me as he pulled me up, his hand still resting on my waist. I wondered how long it had been there; how long I'd been unaware of his hands placement. I decided to brush the thought off. It would do me no good daydreaming this early in the morning- would not win me any favors with anyone but my sleep-riddled mind.

It wasn't a secret that I was somewhat of an over thinker; it wasn't an obvious fact, either. But if I for once wasn't, so to speak, overthinking, then Will had been sending me not-so-subtle looks all day. We hadn't even known each other for too long, but those looks- those damn looks had me hooked around his little finger. Never had I felt so smitten with someone so fast (although, perhaps 'smitten' would be a little exaggerated), and it was borderline terrifying.

It felt almost as though I was- and had been for quite some time- teetering on the very edge of a large crevice, and what lay at the bottom was unbeknownst to me. But... adoration, perhaps. I did adore Will just that little bit. He seemed to have such a developed kind of stability to him which I had always craved. For that, I was grateful.

Over-thinker, I thought to myself.

The day, although firmly imprinted in my head, flew by us with no remorse for our energy, and soon enough, Will and I found ourselves sitting in comfortable, untouchable silence. We were sat not too far from Will's house- since I hadn't bothered coming up with a witty excuse that would allow me to leave- on the cold pavement. We were watching the sun go down. Streaks of red, orange, yellow and gold fell across the ground like a waterfall; colors that contrasted wonderfully with the shadows protesting the last light of the day.

I turned to look at the boy with the freckled face.

   "Hey, Will?"

   "Yeah?"

   "I think I'm in love with the sun."

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