Strings and Keys - Laverreshipping

Cold Tears

у'ѕ нσмє ωαѕ σиℓу fσυя вℓσ¢кѕ αωαу from school. The walk there was admittedly awkward. We didn't say anything to each other, but I knew she wanted to ask or say something to me.

We were both greeted by Y's mother. "Oh! Welcome you two!"

"Hi Mom," Y replied. "Sorry for coming home a little late."

"It's alright. I just had to heat up the food so it wouldn't get cold."

"I'mma get changed," said the violinist. She turned, "X can stay in the guest room."

"Oh yeah, that extra room we prepared," whispered the mother. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

I bit my lip when the two left me in the living room. Y went upstairs while her mother entered the kitchen. I saw an object that was covered in black cloth. I was guessing it was a piano. I walked over to it and lifted the black cloth off. It wasn't a piano.

"No, X!"

It was a table full of pictures of my sister. Y came out of nowhere and put the black cloth back over them. "Just stay in the dining room."

So she shoved me into a chair in the dining room and I saw Y's mother heating up some Lumiose Galettes. Y told me to eat right away after I was given the food. Suspicious. I wanted to look under the cloth again.

Y ran up the steps again. I wished she had told me why she went up there once again. I took a bite out of the Galette.

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After like 10 minutes or so, Y finally came back down. She had her hair tied up into a messy bun. Her eyes were now a shade of dulled blue. I never knew why I started looking at her eyes.

I had already finished two Galettes as Y started gorging down on her first one. "So where's the guest room?" I whispered.

Y held up a finger. I had forgotten that she was still chewing. So I waited patiently for her to supposedly swallow it. Then she answered, "Your room is on the left hand side."

"Uh okay."

She had called it my room. I found that weird. I was hoping she had accidentally said that. "What're yer waiting for?" Y suddenly asked with a high pitched voice. "Go ahead."

I jumped. "U-Uh okay."

She eyed on me as I got out of my seat, went up the stairs, and enter the guest room. It was admittedly creepy. Very creepy. I figured it was because of the black cloth thingy.

I planned to visit my sister on Friday. I looked at a calendar that was hanging on the wall. Today was Monday the Twenty-Ninth. Then I saw a sticky note on the date that said: "Use it if you'd like ~ Y"

So was Y getting my room ready during those ten minutes? Maybe. The covers on the bed were already ready, the desk was organized, and etc. Somebody barged into my room and hit my head.

I slowly collapsed in pain. "Ouch."

"Oh!" Y said. "So sorry!"

"That was sudden."

"Yeah, I know.. Anyways, you can play the piano in my room. I can't move it to this room." she said, sweat-dropping.

"Uh yeah, it's okay."

"It's past seven so I'll leave you here to rest."