I stood in front of the door taking a deep breath. This is why I don't console people, I don't know what to say, especially with him. He makes me nervous and I feel like my mind spins when I'm around him. I took ahold of the door handle and mumbled some encouraging words to myself and pushed the door open.
When I walked in a saw that he wasn't in there. But after a minute I heard the shower running in the bathroom, so I decided to snoop around. I can't help it, I do this with every room I go into, I'm so nosey.
As I was looking around my eyes landed on the piano tucked away in the corner of the room. I felt the urge to uncover it, so that's what I did I slowly walked across the room towards it. I ran my fingers over the cover an lifted it with little effort.
I saw the beautiful black and white keys, they seem so familiar but also so distant at the same time. It's been a while since I played, Amelia thought me when I was eight and I've always stuck with it till now.
I sat down of the little bench and lightly pressed one of the keys, and a smile formed on my face. I always feel so free when I play just like when I'm baking, it brings me joy and can be used as a creative outlet.
I pressed another key and then another, and then I found my fingers dancing across the keys in fluid motions. I closed my eyes and let my hands take full control, while ignoring the throbbing pain in my knuckles.
(The song she played)
As I was nearing the end of the song I slowed the rhythm and took a deep breath. As soon as my finger left the last key I heard clapping behind me.
I turned around fast nearly falling off the bench to find Ren standing behind me with a light smile on his face.
"That was beautiful Franny, I always forget that you are so talented." I looked at him and saw his bare chest and I couldn't help but wonder why he was so naturally beautiful.
"Yeah, beautiful" I mumbled while still staring. Then I heard him laugh and bend down to my level so I was no longer staring at his abs and now into his eyes.
I shook my head trying to get those thoughts out of my head, and also trying to hide the deep blush forming on my cheeks. I looked up and saw him staring at the piano with a certain look I couldn't read.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself, it's been a while since I played." I explained with a sorry look on my face.
He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets while taking a seat next to me on the bench. I felt his knee bump into mine, they stayed touching because neither of us bothered moving them.
"It's fine I play it every now and then but I like seeing you here playing it." He said while lightly touching a single key. He looked over at me and I saw his eyes dart to my black eye, and the smile on his face slowly faded away. I hated that I was the cause of his beautiful smile disappearing.
I cleared my throat preparing myself for what I was about to say. "Umm I wanted to talk to you about something" I said with a shy voice.
"Ok, shoot" he said while repositioning so that he was facing me and his legs were on either side of the bench. I sighed, "I know you blame yourself for me getting hurt." I admitted while looking into his sad eyes. I hesitated for a moment before grabbing his hand and holding it in both of mine.
"But I don't blame you, ok. This was no where near your fault. I can't stand the thought of you beating yourself up over something you could of never caused" I said while reaching up and wiping a single tear from his face.
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The Misfit
Romance"The things that set us apart from others are what make us who we are. Good and bad." "If you feel like your thoughts make you crazy, then I'm ten times crazier." He said leaning even closer. "So if you insist on being a 'misfit' then we can be mis...