her fingers glided gracefully over the black and white keys as she sung softly to herself. she loved music. it was one of the things that made her smile, it was her escape. her father, on the other hand hated it with a passion and reprimanded her whenever he heard the soft melodic sounds of her music.
he was out, at work. he was always an extreme workaholic. she knew it was a bad thought but she secretly liked when he wasn't home, she just didn't like the aftermath of when he comes home, stressed, angry at the world. he had always been an extremely uptight, strict man who didn't really know how to show emotion. she, however, enjoyed it while she had it.
it was getting late and she knew better than to stay up for him to come home so she got up and made a start towards her bed. sleep came quickly but the beautiful feeling of relief that had swept over her was revoked quickly. sleep did not return to the one who wanted most. while others easily drifted into their subconscious, she lay awake. she lay alone, a tangle of sheets and limbs. her mind did not rest as easily as her weary body. those thoughts, brushed away during the light of day, crept back in the night and tugged on the loose ends of questions left unanswered in her head. the sad but oddly soothing ballads that were playing through her headphones didn't help. they just prodded and prodded until she broke, it wasn't hard to break her though.
feeling alone in the hours of the morning when people usually think about the one they love most, she sat thinking of a person who probably cared more for another. in this lonely hour she felt every bit of it. every smile she saw, every word spoken, hurt more than you could ever possibly imagine and she wept. she kept a straight face in front of others, but in this lonely hour she opened up and the bruises and vulnerability was shown. in this lonely hour, she was human.
she wanted michael, but he probably did not want her. even if her feelings were reciprocated they were both far too timid to say anything about it. so it would be kept a secret, even though it was visible to all others around them. their feelings would be forever trapped in a glass box, seen and heard by all others but unable to break free. unrequited love is awful. for a while it is sweet and you are so blinded by love so you can't see yourself walking closer to the edge of the cliff. you can't see yourself about to fall to your death. skinny love is as bad as unrequited love. the only love that is the one that you hear about in songs, books and movies, is real love. that's what she wanted. real love. the kind of love where you just both adore each other so much that all else in the world is blocked out. the real love where you could both stare at each other for the rest of eternity. you know how in movies the guy will stare at the girl for a while and she doesn't notice? well that's what real love is like, except you know when he is staring at you and you will turn and stare back at him. that's what she wanted. it's what most people want.
unrequited love was what she got though. unrequited love felt like suffocating with the air around you smothering you in its inky hands, drowning you in your own tears. that's what it felt like for lia. she was like a flower. the flowers that die every night. she was a flower that died every night, only to come back to be subjected to people pulling off her petals for love. he loves me, he loves me not. the words people would say as they ripped off her petals, driving themselves insane when the last petal dropped on no. they would eventually pull their own petals out, too desperate for an accurate answer. they would never know. it was sad. lia had become incredibly good at hiding her feelings, bottling everything up.
all these thoughts raced in her head. it wasn't healthy, to think this much but sad music, rain and the constant thought of michael in her head just set her off.
this is why she hardly slept at night, restless thoughts. thoughts that had no sense of being in her mind at an hour like this but, once again in this lonely hour, she was human and humans could only do so much.
i dedicate this one to tiff because she was the one that finally made me get around to it
P.S THE SONG FOR THIS CHAPTER IS
love, taylah
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coffee shop ; m.c
Fanfictionshe worked at a coffee shop. he watched her. it was simple. he also fell for her. that was just how things worked out. lowercase intended short story michael clifford a.u fanfiction
