“Go.” I smile on her brown eyes, sparkling with excitement and longing. Then I squeezed her hand on mine, reassuring her. “She’s waiting.”
She smile, the smile that I once loved. The smile that made me whole once but now, it’s breaking me. Not because I still love her, but because she’s going after that person she love, the person that I love. She’s claiming her back. With one last look she let go of my hand and the door to my side close slowly. I look around if there is any sign of people watching, but there isn’t. I lean on the wall and let out a deep breath. So she really do play the piano, but never played it to me. I sat on the floor and hug my knees. It’s beautiful how she play the song and it even transcend outside. How she make it more… classic and soothing than the original of Ariana and Nathan Sykes. I thought she bought that for me to play, but now I feel embarrassed on how I pound her newly bought baby grand. She must be cringing inside watching me do that. That white, polished piece of wood sound so breathtaking now that she’s the one playing. I smile.
I tilt my head and sigh shakily. Twice. Twice I’ve felt this way and it was the both of them. Tears suddenly run down on my cheeks and I wipe it immediately but it won’t stop. I bury my face on my knees and hug them tighter. Why can’t I just have what I want? Sob is the only thing I could do. After a moment I heard the piano stop and all I could hear now is my hoarse sob echoing in the hallway. I pop my head up.
If Kendall will let this happen again, I will make sure. I will not waste any moment or a single day making sure that Margo will be mine.
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Heart pounding, hands shaking, I gulp hard. What will I say? My throat is dry like hell and even gulping is a sore. Calm down Kendall, you can’t face her like this! You’re looking stupid! How can you apologize to her, how can you tell everything you wanted to say from the very moment you step on that plane this morning! I turn my back on the door and took a deep breath. All white wall from left to the ceiling, some preserved old brick wall to the right side and polished walnut wood on the floor. It’s just like her unit back in her country. I smile. It brings back some old memories. I took a step and every pace a make is as heavy as a sack of gravel that is attached both on my feet, but somehow those soothing melody she make made this whole agitated feeling at ease. There’s her kitchen with a kitchen island and stools after a small hallway from the door. Huge windows are framed on the brick wall giving a great view of the busy street of Manhattan. On the middle, there sat a two long couches with a coffee table in the center facing the brick wall with tv screen. The soft pounding keys started to get clearer and clearer every step I made. I scan the whole place again and saw an empty space on the corner behind the stairs with floor to the ceiling glass wall. I stop when a sweet, delicate figure came to a shadow, slowly swaying with the song.
I didn’t make anything any longer, I eagerly walk where she is and stop at the sight of Margo sitting in front of a white piano overlooking the cinematic view of the central park and the city sunset sky. My body suddenly became stiff and moving an inch feels like draining every energy I have.
“Hi.” I manage to say in a tiny voice, making it sound more like a squeak. I slap myself in side.
Margo turn around and everything went to a deafening silent.
“Ken.” Margo broke the silence between us and stood up, making the piano chair fall.
At first I didn't know what to say but words came out of my mouth like a flash flood. Telling her about Pyper and her confession about that night, the night club, the hotel, everything. Breathlessly. Not letting her interrupt or even talk. I want her to know that I was wrong for not believing her, for not trusting her, for listening to others, for my stubborness and selfishness… I was wrong and I still love her.
“Yes, I’m a brat who doesn’t have any talent like playing a piano or even singing. Who can’t do anything and burn everything she cook-”
“But makes the best sandwich in the world.” Margo push in,
“No, Margo. Please, hear me first. I get jealous easily and even if everyone tells me I am beautiful and everyone admires me I still have flaws and get insecure. Especially when it comes to you. You’re perfect Margo, you can do anything and charm everyone. While me… I’m not perfect. I’m just a pretty face model who-”
A soft warm lips suddenly touched mine, shutting me up.
“True, you’re a brat who can’t do so much. You're not talented, you're selfish and self centered but.” she caress my face. “You are that brat who appreciate my simplicity and my weirdness. That selfish and self centered girl who will cook me a mare edible porridge when I’m sick and always brings me home my salad with flowers hiding in her back. That someone who always makes this heart pound with those cute giggles and makes my day with just a smiles.” I cracked a smile on that 'mare edible porridge'. I remember when she got colds and cooked her that.
For a moment, we tenderly looked at each other, lost with each other's eyes. Then Margo slowly clutched her hands around my neck, inching our gap. She run her nose through my neck her breathe burn my skin making me released a small sensational gasp but then she pulled back.
“You’re not perfect, I know, and so do I. I have my insecurities too like everyone does and our flaw, it’s what make us our own uniqueness. And your imperfection makes me perfect, Kendall. You make me whole. It is just what people say, the ‘missing puzzle piece’ that everyone has been waiting and looking for.” Margo added, dismissing every thought I have.
With those lips that I’ve been longing for caress mine.
“You are Imperfectly Perfect to me, Kendall.”
A/N
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