random drabbles and short stories

playing softly

A satisfied smile slightly appeared on her face. Carefully and softly, she ended the song, leaving the last note's sound to remain in the silent atmosphere. Slowly, the smile began to leave her face, taking on a more somber expression, as she progressed into a different song. A song she played all the time, never seeming to get bored of it. She silently played, closing her eyes, a solemn look on her face. To her, this song was everything. It calmed her, soothed her. She loved it. Skillfully, her fingers went up and down the ivory keys, inducing light sounds. Even as her eyes were closed, she knew every rise and fall, every loud and soft note.

 As she reached the end of her song, she felt slight moisture in her eyes. Ignoring it, she ended the song. A tear went down her cheek as she reminisced the meaning of the song. It was a gift to her, by her grandmother. They would play it every day, in silence, listening to its soft melody. Those days were peaceful and were the moments they lived for. That is, until her grandmother died. Peacefully, she did, as a result of old age. From that day on, she played the song, alone, as a way of remembering her grandmother. "Love you, grandma"

I'm bored.... 0_0

~Ella💙