SunflowerMint333
"Your hand is too big for a girl."
"G-girl?
"You said...girl?" She repeated, stressing the word "girl."
She looks so puzzled as she stares at me, then leans forward. "You thought..." She pointed at herself. "...I am a girl?"
She pauses... then lets out a loud laugh, "All along... You thought..." She just kept laughing.
That was it.
That was the laugh in the mansion that I heard.
"Bell," she slowly kneels, rests an arm on her lap, then reaches and gently brushes my hair from my face, locking her eyes with mine, "I am NOT a girl."
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Bell, a pianist who was once a very joyful and loud girl, has gone quiet as the pandemic took the thing that made her noise sound like music: her father.
Her grief literally made her world quiet, drowning her and the sound that's part of her...floating her away from reality. The only thing that keeps her swimming is the music she's blasting as loud as it gets to her.
As she tries to move forward, she meets a stranger... who also happens to be the stranger that she hears laughing in a mysterious mansion near her house.
A stranger whom she always thought to be a girl... suddenly has a deep voice?
As everything becomes clearer, she also realizes that there is so much more to the identity of the girl laughing in the mansion.