Binuel One-Shots [English]

completing the missing pieces

Hi, welcome? I guess I'm writing Bia fics now lol. I'm still writing for sl but I got so inspired so here I am and welcome if you knew me already or are new here, I'm Miranda. but yeah hope you enjoy and to more Bia fics to come (:

He wrote her a song.

He's lost count of how many days and nights he's spent with this feeling of emptiness in his heart. Not being able to be near her. To feel her soft and comforting touch, to hear her sweet melodic voice. Oh, how he missed her voice. How he could listen to it all day if he could. And he almost had. But even after she gave him the cold shoulder after he already screwed up, he knew in his heart he had to delete the video. Regardless of the damage that had been done, keeping it wouldn't solve anything. Not even the ache in his chest that longs for her. But it still hurts more than he ever imagined.

It didn't help to look at her Instagram every hour, scrolling through her art and self-portrait photos careful to not accidentally like any post by mistake. Watching her stories and highlights, being the closest connection to find himself at. It wasn't enough. And although he did deserve it, he wants no part of it anymore. He finds himself hovering over the dm button, or lingering over her contact in his phone for far too long. Before giving up, remembering she won't answer, she won't give him the attention he craves from her.

It strikes to him, however, that one famous saying, "Music is the food of the soul," to which he lives by every day.

So that's what he did, he begun to make the music, to feed her soul.

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She painted a picture of him.

She was mad. Mad out of her mind. She poured her heart out to him, sang in front of him, something that was in her biggest fears. She let herself unfold in front of him, falling for his mesmerizing voice and eyes. Letting his pure and sincere personality whisk her away. She thought she could trust him. She thought, maybe just maybe, he was the one person who could understand her in the world, through all the pain she's endured. But she was wrong.

But maybe she's thinking it was a mistake. He apologized sincerely and practically begged on his knees to take him back. When she didn't she still felt that lingering guilt in her body. How broken she's seen him, how hurt they both are. Maybe she hasn't known him long, but to her, one conversation with him feels like one year of friendship, growing more and more.

And she misses everything about him, his soft hair, his warm hands, the beautiful sounds on his piano. And his beautiful, precious smile that could light up any room, brighter than any of the stars in the galaxy. He was her muse. And so was she.

Wrapped around her throbbing thoughts, an explosion of music and colors surrounds her brain. She hopped to her desk and pulled out her paper, leading stroke by stroke.

-

None of them had sent a single text, call, e-mail, dm, or anything. Not a single word, or even idea that they would be at the same place at the same time. Yet someway, somehow, they stepped into the balcony of the Fundom at the exact same time, staring right at each other with desperate eyes.

Bia runs to him, the paper flapping in her hands as Manuel stood in front of her peering down so deeply and fiercely she stumbles a bit back.

"I have something for-" Bia begins to speak breathlessly before she gets silenced by Manuel's finger pursed on her lips. "I know," he whispers back. "Will you listen to me too?" She nods her head slowly, continuing to look up with him glistening eyes.

He sings to her so greatly, yet so softly as if this was meant for her ears and her ears only. Manuel grabs her free hand gently and slides his fingers over hers, in a touch so chilling it runs all over her spine.

As he sings, he begins to grab her other hand in his and slowly turns the paper over in her hand, revealing a beautiful portrait of him on the piano. So beautiful, he finds himself fading his voice the longer he looks at in awe. Looking back and forth between the painting and Bia, who looks at him with a single tear sliding down her cheek. He slides his other hand from hers to her cheek wiping away the tear with his thumb. "I don't know what to say," he says.

Bia shakes her with a sniffle. "Then don't say anything," as she slides her free hand up to his neck and pulls him down for a soft, slow kiss. The one she's dreamt countless times, always appearing in her mind. But never amounted up to how she feels right now. This is everything and more.