Beneath the Moonless Sky

"How did you find me?" I jumped from his voice unaware he was behind me.

My hearts beating impulsively, I can hear it coming out of my ears. My body's shaken up as I have the fearful courage to turn around and face him. We are a table apart from each other, the only thing separating our space. His eye concentrated on the floor unwilling to look up at me, his hand covering the deformed side of his face.

I stood there quietly. Many mixed emotions running through my body. I was in anger. Angered that for a long time, this man falsely acclaimed he was my father. Angered that he murdered and destroyed everything in my name. Angered that he built up my chance to become apart of the music... my passion, only to shatter it down. I feel so ashamed and manipulated and yet for some reason I yearn for him, I'm drawn to him in the most confusing mesmerizing way. I'm a dose of crazy just as much as he is for finding him and now standing in front of him.

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain that clenched at my heart, knowing that our goodbye was the last time we saw each other and had the most hardest bestow. I can feel my body tracing over to him, our eyes not leaving each other. He started pacing over to me in my way, his hand still rested on his face. Until we became feet apart from each other. I starred up at him, falling deep in his piercing blue eyes into the depths of this familiar spell. Suddenly my confusion of anger and frustration had vanished. Unknowing the reason why I came anymore.

I touched his hand and gently removed it from his face only to replace it with mine. He closed his eyes as his head rested in my hand giving the acceptance of my touch. A tear trickled down his cheek then grasp my other hand holding it up to his lips kissing my hand with a much compassionate force.

Our eyes interlocked once again while my lips trembling trying to force the words out of me "I..I've made a mistake..."