The Notes Unwritten

A Decision Made

Tim walks down to the basement, knowing Mrs. Pyre awaited him. Still, he hadn't seen Luna all day. Not in Math, not at lunch, not even a glimpse between halls. I guess she caught a cold anyways...

"Tim, are you alright?"

He looks up to see Mrs. Pyre staring at him, "Oh, it's just... I don't think Luna's gonna make it."

"I suppose," she sighs, "hadn't seen her all day... Well, I guess it'll have to do. If she's sick she'll have all weekend to heal up, so I don't think we have to worry about Monday."

Mrs. Pyre directed Tim to the piano, "Now, tell me how you feel right now."

He sat down, memories of the soaked white haired girl played over and over in his head like the Moonlight Sonata. "I... I guessed I'm a bit worried, you know, for Luna... and... and maybe a bit... I don't know... confused?"

Mrs. Pyre looked to him with a raised eyebrow, but seemed to understand. "Alright. See what you can play."

He took a deep breath, barely glances at the keys, then begins his song.

~#~

   Luna opens her eyes, hearing piano music again. Only this time, she knows she's awake. She groggily turns to the other side, face to face with her alarm clock. 3:07. Did I really skip school? She attempts to sit up, but fatigue kept its grip tight on her. She forces the heavy blankets off to relieve some of the weight. The music continues to dance through the air.

She stands, a tightness in her throat suddenly making itself noticeable, then starts coughing up a storm. Still, she determined to head for the music, proceeding towards the living room.

Unsurprising, she thinks, entering the parlor, Mom's at it again. Unlike last time though, her song was soft: a sad, nostalgic, yet comforting lullaby. Through Luna flashed visions of her and her mother baking banana bread, her father teaching her how to run, the whole family going to her first orchestra concert...

None of which were memories they could possibly recreate-at least, not with same magic.

Notes waltzed through the air, a scene straight from an enchanted ball room. Mrs. Linvio's fingers danced as well, moving gracefully across those black and white keys. Moonlight streamed into Luna's head, all her other thoughts growing dark as night, nothing but her and her mother's song.

Suddenly the tightness in her throat comes back, hacks of coughs forcing themselves out of her. The music stops. Luna's mother turns, "Luna! You... you're awake..."

"I-ahem, I heard you... play- playing agai-" she burst into another fit of coughs.

"Oh sweetie, you really need to get back to bed..." Mrs. Linvio walks to her daughter and leads her back to her bedroom.

"Can... can you keep playing? It's really nice that you're doing it again."

Mrs. Linvio pauses for a moment, "I... I guess I could."

Luna finds herself back in bed, the music beginning to stream into her head once more, the moonbeams dancing through the ballroom.

~#~

Tension rose as he played, a strange voice within the music cried out, asking all the questions that couldn't possibly be answered. A white mist filled the atmosphere, and he couldn't determine what to do. It was like making a decision but not knowing what the situation was, or trying to find the answer when you don't even know the question.