Happiness In the Shape of a Scar (OC, GL, FLUFF)

Part 1 - Stupid Fantasy

        I don't know much about music... But you hear all the time in books and movies about how different experiences and falling in love enrich the sound of your music... Or something like that.

        I don't think it's true. I mean, the sound of her playing is so beautiful because she's alone. Those hands that only know the piano... Those hands that rejected me.... They piss me off.

I talked to her for the first time a few days ago...
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        I was sitting with my friend Tasha, sipping my juice. I noticed a girl that was sitting all alone and asked her if she wanted to sit with me.

"Hey. Sarah right? Want to come eat lunch together?"
"O-oh! Um... I'm fine here. Don't mind me..."
"Don't be silly! How about just for today?"
"Really. I'm happy by myself. Jess right? Thank you."

This left me speachless as as I walked back to my seat.
"who does she think she is?"

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------¦ present day...

        I haven't found out much about Sarah, but I do know she has 1 to 0 real friends. I also know she is AMAZING at playing the piano.

But that's it.

No one knows much about her. Maybe there isn't much more to know.

Since then, no matter how many times I reached out, she never took my hand.

        It's the piano's fault. Sarah is fine being alone because of that dumb piano. Those hands that ignored my invitation...

I wish they couldn't play anymore.