"For staying with me."
"Huh?" She was confused, and I let her go.
"Well, yeah, I live here too." She laughed.
I smiled. "Anyways, can you just stay here with me and play the piano again or something? I'm kinda bored." "What about... sleep?" She joked. "You know me." I giggled at her joke. "Okay, fine, you nocturnal piece of shit. I'm gonna take my piano sheets in my room. Just sit here for a sec." She walked into her room and shut the door. She's the type who hates it when the door's open.
I walked backwards and sat on the piano chair. That moment made me pay attention to things I have never paid attention to before. I don't mind the darkness of the hallway, I just noticed details I have never noticed in the apartment before.
I never noticed how pretty Brian's flower portrait on the wall is, or how ragged the walls are, or the holes in the wall were there even if I was the one who made it when making a video, or how many bottles of beer we kept for us to make it into 'extra storage'. Some simple things can be special if we take a closer look at it.
My eyes wandered around the 'almost messy' dark apartment. Y/n's door opened and there she stood, with a thick book in her hand. It says 'Chopin' on the cover. It's her favorite pianist ever. I moved to the edge of the seat to give her space in the middle of the chair so she can play. I sat by her left and she sat in the middle, opening the fall board.
She put the heavy book on the sheet rack on the piano. She opened the book and opened the page with her favorite piece by Chopin.
I scoffed when I saw the title. "You love these type of songs, huh?" She looked at me. "Yes, and I know you do too." She smiled and put her fingers on the keys.
24 Preludes, Op. 28: No.4 in E minor - Frederic Chopin
This depressing type of music. She loves that. That's one of the reasons she loves my songs. But hey, she's right. I like it too.
My head drooped down as soon as she starts playing. This piece. I remember this moment. She played this piece when she got dumped by her ex. She thought she loved him, but she never did. She was also stuck in a toxic relationship. She knew it too.
She just couldn't escape it somehow. She wasn't physically abused, but she was emotionally abused. She knew he wasn't the guy, but she basically grew up with him too. Her college moments were alongside him too. It was similar to my situation.
She couldn't let go of someone she grew up with. She couldn't move on from the transitions.
I remember when she played this piece with rage. She was really angry for reasons she shouldn't be angry about. She played this piece with tears dripping down her face with the golden sun rays highlighting her face. All the others and I could do was just stand behind her and watched her as she let out her emotions.
I thought she wouldn't want to play this song again since it can probably make her remember that painful memory of hers.
Well, obviously, it does.
She suddenly stopped in the middle of playing it, making my head lift back up again and looked at her face. She looked like she was about to cry and it looks so painful. Then suddenly, she started to flip around the pages and giggled nervously. "That was too loud. Sorry." She faked a smile. I hate it when she does this. Just say what you really feel. Please.
"Don't worry about it." I said. Suddenly, she closed the book and sighed. "There's no Chopin song that I want to play right now. Any recommendations?" She put the book on her lap. "Uhh... The pussy guy?" She laughed at what I said, which made me smile. "Claude Debussy. Okay I'll grab the book. Wait here." She stood up and walked into her room and shut the door.
