When I first met Elliott the thing about him that I noticed first were his hands, the way they glided across the keys like a bird in flight, just barely touching one note before flying to the next. The sway of his body as he made music, I fell in love with the way he played. Sadness, joy, laughter, sorrow, anger, jealousy, any and every emotion all at the same time, he played the piano with his heart and in that moment I knew this was it, I would fall and fall hard for this boy and there was nothing I could do to stop or slow it down.
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General FictionAs soon as his fingers hit the keys, as soon as the music came pouring out of that piano I knew, I was a goner. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jesabelle Williams has not had the easiest life ever, when her drunk, verbally abusive mother decide...
