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┏━━━━ CHAPTER NINETEEN━━━━┓ ★゜・。。・゜゜・the last hoorah ──── Mallory Thompson
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"So why exactly are we here?"
Mallory ran her finger along the top of the piano, a trail of dust collecting on her finger as she glanced at Louis confused. The room was practically dark as nightfall came, and there was an almost eeriness to the spacious area as opposed to when she had been here in the daytime. The floorboards creaked under her and Louis' steps and just about every noise seemed amplified.
"So glad you asked," Louis started, straightening his shoulders. He gracefully slid onto the piano bench before patting the empty spot next to him, though there wasn't much room to begin with. Mallory raised an eyebrow but squeezed down next to him. She could feel the warmth of his body, a comfort that she didn't know existed. "Figured I could teach you how to play before we die," he elaborated before sending a goofy smile her ways
"We're not gonna die," Mallory argued, though the lie stung on her lips. "Why? Are you worried?"
Louis nodded, "Oh, I'm terrified, mhm." He laughed nervously, "You probably couldn't tell with how calm I was out there. But now that we're in here it's all hitting me, you know? The possibilities of what could happen to us are endless."
Mallory frowned and agreed with his sentiment, "The same thing that happened to the twins could happen to us. God, who knows if they're even alive anymore."
The somber reality was biting down harshly onto her flesh. She didn't really believe in hope, it was such a fragile thing after all. With just the right amount of grip on a pressure point the idea would cave in and shatter into a million pieces. So what alternative was there for the twins besides death? But still, with the slightest bit of optimism she could muster, she still hoped that whatever way they went was quick and that no suffering had been involved. Minnie and Sophie were one of the good ones, they deserved their peaceful end at least.
The environment was basked in melancholy as silent words were passed between the two of them. Louis looked away from Mallory and placed his hands on the piano keys, beginning to play a tune that didn't even sound like a song to start with. The days were catching up to both of them, especially with nobody willing to talk about the reality of what they could face. The group had become distant in their ways, the anxiety brewing within them until it bubbled over. Nothing good.
"So..." Mallory cleared her throat, "...you decided to wait until our death dates to teach me how to play?"
"Bad timing, I know," Louis defended. "But better late than never. I guess. You may not be able to put what you learn to good use, but at least we know we tried. So let's get started. So first just watch me play a little bit." Mallory nodded hesitantly.
