The Song We Share

The Song We Share - 1

Author's Note: Hello :D This is my first story, so I hope you like it. I just added the song "I Love Your Existence" by Alex Goot on the right, so that you could have a feel on what kind of song did the mysterious guy play inside the room. Ignore the singer and the guitar, and that's the piece. ;)

Chapter I - The Tune

He walked into the room, glancing left and right to make sure no one else was there. It was a small, comfortable space around the house where he presumed his bestfriend's mom loved to hang out at her free time. The walls were coated with sky blue paint that blended well with the light yellow colors of the furnitures. The rectangular room had two windows opposite the door side and one just at the right with curtains tied onto the side for light to seep in. On the left was a mini sala set with two yellow couches and a coffee table at the middle and a bookshelf just by the doorside. The middle area was kept spacious with some decorations and picture frames hanging on the walls.

On the right was a huge, black grand piano with a cabinet of collections behind the chair. His eyes grew wider in anxiety, and his faced looked more traumatized than ever. He stared at it deeply, attempting to get closer as if it were a sleeping bull. He carefully touched the wood and felt its texture with his right hand. He debated to himself whether he should do it or not, as it would make much sound that would shock the other guests at the other room. He hasn't touched the piano for 7 years now.

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She was walking to her cousin's house, passing by the suburban homes of La Flora. She looked at the houses in awe, thinking how nice it would be to live in houses like these. She told herself that she would be an architect when she grows up, and she would design a house of her own with a special studio room inside. Then, she'd have another room full of collections of musical instruments and such and her house would be filled with music, with a special tune only she would share with her loved one.

Dreams, she thought.

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He felt guilty for breaking into the room. He knew it was improper, but it was too interesting that's why he went in. Curiousity killed the cat, he didn't expect that he'd see such thing. He sat down on the chair and carefully pulled closer to the piano, opening the keyboard as if it were a fragile glass. Ahh, the black and white keys.

For once in his life, he felt at home again. He recalled his childhood memories when they used to play the piano together, pressing one key at a time creating a tune only they both shared. He smiled to himself, remembering how the hobby was kept as a secret whenever his parents weren't around.

They would climb up the attic together and she would always go first for she insisted that girls always come before boys. They'd bring a lamplight to light up the room and find the old, wooden piano beside the boxes. Both of them would play for hours and go down once in a while to eat snacks, and stop their piano sessions before the clock strikes five. He learned to read the piano sheets by himself, while she preffered to watch him play for he was more musically inclined. It was amazing how he managed to master it all by himself in secret in a year before he turned six. And only girl bestfriend was the witness of that.

She was his best audience, and he loved her for that.

His smile faded. He missed her.

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She knocked at the door, hoping someone would open it for her. Seeing that nobody might hear it, explaining the noise from inside, she searched for the walls and found the buzzer and pressed it. A moment later, his cousin greeted her.

"Oh hey, cuz! Good to see you again" Robin exclaimed.

She smiled and said, "Robin! Happy Birthday!"