Melody (a Louena short story)

❤️‍🔥they can say they can say it all sounds crazy❤️‍🔥
💔they can say they can say I've lost my mind💔
🖤I don't care I don't care so call me crazy🖤
🩸we can live in a world that we designed🩸

...

No one is home
They left him behind again
He pokes into his pocket for his phone, empty. Desperately searching his sweater he finds nothing.
Great.
He sighs and looks around the room till his eyes trail across a dusty grand piano.
maybe...
He hasn't played in a while
Does he even remember how
He sighs
What choice does he really have
The TV is gone for repair, his phone is missing, everybody is out...
He heaves himself up and walks over to the piano
He coughs as he brushes away the dust and lifts up the lid
Sitting down on the chair he wiggles his fingers and tries a coups notes, wincing at the sound.
"Maybe this one?"
"No"
"This?"
"Ugh, guess not."
After a bit of playing around he finally gets the hang of it, sorta
Now what to play
Racking his brain for a song he slowly starts tapping the keys, his fingers softly dancing and weaving

💘 Spend all your time waiting💘
💙for that second chance💙
⚜️for a break that would make it okay⚜️
✂️there's always some reason✂️
🔪to feel not good enough🔪

His voice starts out soft and unsure for the first half-ish, but then he starts to feel more confident.
It's not like anyone's listening anyway.
He can feel himself getting emotional
He always felt like this song was about him
"Don't cry don't cry"
...

"Everything will be okay"