AlyssforAlice
The piano keys pressed smoothly under his fingers and I wondered if they knew what a master he was at this art. Music played into the air like a summer's breeze, gentle yet strong enough to carry the heat of the moment across your skin. Goosebumps raised gently on the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine that made my toes curl inside my pointed shoes. I felt as if I could see the music notes dancing in the air, heavy upon the smoke that lingered from the fireplace. I stared into the fire, lost in a piano's dance.
The softest touch filled me with delight for it sent spark throughout me. I felt butterflies in the strangest places- from my toes to my kneecaps and my shoulders. I leaned into him; nuzzling my face into his chest I breathed his deep musk and was content for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Nothing mattered but him and me in that moment. I had found love again and it was sweeter than my memories had told me it was. Still, I froze at the thought, it meant that its end was far more bitter than I recalled also. I let the thought pass through me and breathed deeply again with one thought resonating- home.
The softest touch filled me with delight for it sent spark throughout me. I felt butterflies in the strangest places- from my toes to my kneecaps and my shoulders. I leaned into him; snuzzling my face into his chest I breathed his deep musk and was content for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
And there I sat staring out the window into the gray day.
"Oh, come now, don't look so wistful. You've got nothing to be wanting for."
Nana was chastising me as she always did when I looked as if I was daydreaming. Dreaming was practically a sin in her household.
People have always told me that I was creative. From a young age I have always been able to invent new places and new ways of thinking. I really wanted to make something for myself.
Her intent was clear; she meant to kill me. The vorpal blade glistened menacingly in her hand. It was clear that my followers had defended me loyally for the blade dripped in sticky sweet crimson and it splattered like teardrops on the white tile floor.
I don't much believe in God; but I pray often for many things. I pray for my father's cancer to be cured, and maybe that's why I don't believe, because my prayers are never answered. I only wish I could believe- but God has given me nothing to believe in. If He were to grand me the beauty of health for my father- perhaps that would change.
My hands were anything but steady as he approached. His cocoa eyes bored into mine and unsettled something within me that I didn't not know slept. It awoke- hungry and ferocious.
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